My words can not heal. My voice may not be heard. But i shall write. I shall write to allow the few who may see this to remember the good things about the Manchester Arena, about Manchester.
As i watch the footage appear again and again i can pinpoint the seats in which i have sat. The exact area where i stood with my sister as we danced our butts of to the best Concert I’ve ever attended – Olly Murs. The seats where i sat with my siblings and sang along with the finalists of X factor. The atmosphere of true happiness felt by an entire arena. Continue reading