And I know.

Why don't you tell me it's okay? Why can't you tell me I'm okay? What makes me a fool? Writing for you? Or expecting a response? Where have all my apologies gone? Why hasn't your forgiveness reached my door? Why are we quiet When there's blood on the floor?? If I'm bad, why won't you…

Sunshine!!

Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine all around! This time, it's spread by Nabeela, my sister from somewhere I don't know. America, sis?? Well, thank you, ma'am, you put a smile on this sulky guy's face this morning. Let's jump straight to the Q&A, shall we?? First thing that comes to your mind when you think about christmas…

My sunshine!

Me when I see my name in Nour's award post: Lemme thank her highness for nominating me when nobody gave two shits. Means a lot, girl. With award nominations come tricky questions and when it's Nour that's asking, you better brace yourself. Here we go!! Her questions: 1-deepest lyrics you’ve heard? In every loss, in…

The Big question.

"Is he wearing a shirt?" She asked. "Yes." I responded clutching her hand tighter. "What shirt?" She asked again. "A blue shirt." "What blue?" "Dark blue." "Which dark blue?" "His shirt's colour." "Whose?" A barrage of questions usually irritates me. "Is he wearing an underwear?" Now this question caught everyone's ears and eyes. They were…