sibel schick

It was a cold, humid night and those who know do know that humid is the worst kind of cold. I was living in this huge house with four other people and about as many animals. The sound of the trees in our enormous savage garden was in my ears. I was lying in my bed, the walls of my room were made of a cold breeze. I had my computer on my lap and was scrolling down a certain website, wasting time, not knowing what do with my life, then I stumbled upon a song that a very old friend had shared. It was called “Falling” and I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t believe that these words and melodies were coming out of a person who was not myself. I was speechless, that two people whom I don’t even know could sing my heart out. I was surrounded…

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