A Letter to Mankind

I am still connected to you, like death clinging to a cigarette. I’m tied to you through the ruptured cord of our children. I am stuck to you through a shared Mobius strip of haunted memories and lopsided photographs. Jolted screams of laughter burst the silence.

The drama and tragedy of teen domestic violence.

We can all remember our first love. We can relive the same intense feelings, regrettably recalling our most impulsive behaviours and amateur outbursts. There is no truer saying than the first cut is the deepest for many reasons, cheered on by our romanticised notions of what love really is. We’re still learning our lines, feeling through emotions and understanding who we are. Accompanied by an intoxicating chemical surge of hormones. This is why we can all relate to the words of inexperience uttered by Romeo.