I wrote these lines when I was around 17, deeply affected—like so many others of my generation—by the passing of Kurt Cobain. I never really understood where this powerful call came from, this nostalgia, this melancholy. Years later, while going through old memory boxes, I came across that little scrap of paper again.
So I figured, why not turn it into something gentle, something real? A gesture of support for those who need love, a shoulder to lean on… a moment to rest. To feel that comfort does exist—in someone else’s eyes, in the warmth of others, in that sense of “us” that soothes the soul.
Be strong. You are not alone. Never.