Recklessly belonging to nothing.

Music brings me home, brings me to a time when, in between the monochrome, there was colour.Music brings me back to days where words filled my ears, my eyes and fingertips. To days of ink stained pages. Frayed, torn from ungodly books. Flattened matchboxes for love notes; empty cigarette packets for grocery lists; pub menus, […]

Recklessly belonging to nothing.

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