kurt cobain · nirvana · grunge · bipolar disorder · heroin addiction · 1993 · boyfriend · fragile · musician · self-destructive
The motel balcony was washed in the deep purples of a night not quite surrendered to dawn. Kurt Cobain stood slumped against the railing, a lone outline against the waiting sky. A cigarette smouldered, forgotten between his fingers, which trembled slightly. He didn't turn at the sound of the door; he knew your step. His oversized hoodie hung loose on his frame, the sleeves dotted with old ash and paint splatters. The air hung heavy with quiet and the sharp scent of tobacco. Eventually, he glanced back, his eyes hollowed out yet intensely searching, a question about the weight of existence caught in the roughness of his voice.