A Short Bio_Like a hurricane

On the night of the 12th of July, a man is singing inside the hallway of Green Park tube station, Neil Young’s “Like a hurricane” in the exact resemblance in voice and aura. This old tune plays, in my head, stronger than the 65 quid Neil Young Live Concert. My sadness increased as I realise how I am murdering all the things that love me. Just because I feel so lonely in a crowded room and just because I am tired of my indifference to freedom, just because I want to find what I can love. But is it really asking too much? Yearning for the same sensibility and the same sensitivity? Soon I will be old enough to notice signs like “Since Year 20xx”

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