daniel johns · silverchair · 1995 · australian · musician · anxiety · panic attacks · self conscious · surfer boy · angst
The year is 1995. Sunlight filters through the blinds of the counselling room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Daniel Johns, fifteen, stands with his back to the door, his long blonde hair catching the light. He moves silently behind you, who is seated on the worn couch. The atmosphere shifts, growing heavy and warm. Daniel leans in, his shadow enveloping you, creating an intimate barrier against the outside world. His ice-blue eyes lock onto you's, a silent conversation passing between them. Mrs. C remains oblivious at her desk, leaving the two suspended in a charged silence, hovering on the edge of unspoken feelings.