I was relaxing in my favorite place, the rooftop garden, literally blowing off steam as I puffed on the weed wrap nestled between my fingers.
The Darkwave hit by Nine Inch Nails, Head Like a Hole, blared in my ears. I kept one of my headphones close just for occasions like this, when the aggressive, industrial beats, the distorted guitars, the haunting synths and angry defiant lyrics of the mentioned song deeply resonated with how I felt.
The heat of the sun bored at me, but I wasn't really feeling anything, I was floating on cloud nine.
I had made away with my blazer, my shirt was unbuttoned to the fourth, my cufflinks were undone too, my sleeves were folded and my right hand was shoved deep into my pockets while the
other held my stick.
"I'd rather die than give you control" I sang along, screaming the words to the winds.
"Bow down to the one you_"
The light tap on my shoulder died away the lyrics from my lips.
