memoirs of the Popcorn \ sweet, nothing

Popcorn, one of the best things ever produced on this planet.
Here I write about sweet popcorn, and also the salted popcorn that got stuffed into my mouth (which I probably won’t ever get to taste again).

Should I \ Write A Song For You?

Should it be a rap – filled with hatred against myself for not being enough, engulfed in dreadful anguish of an Eminem track? Should it be a love song – proclaiming how much I miss those times, all the little things you said? Should it be of rhythm & blues – depicting melancholic sensuality of…