Unchained (A short fiction on Mental Health)
It is 21:19, it's night time and I am outside, seated outside my hostel. The air is cool, a faint smell of urine from a nearby toilet hovers above my head. A young lady in her early twenties sitting nearby strokes the strings of her guitar as she hums slowly to one of Timi Dakolo's song " Medicine ". There is a tingling sensation in my head or my heart. I think it's my mind, there's a tingling sensation in one of those. Isn't it just magical what the strings of a guitar carefully handled by a professional could to to your spirit, soul and body? I get why David's strokes on the harp calmed King Saul's nerves. I feel some sort of connection to the deranged king, I think we share the same bond. We're both crazy but all for the wrong reasons. I like a boy. I know I say it all the time but this time, I'm serious about it. He's light skinned (not usually my type but the heart wants what the heart wants) he has nice hair, a weirdly str...