For some inexplicable reason, the death of Amy Winehouse has unleashed a torrent of emotions in me. Now, I don't know Amy Winehouse personally, don't own any of her music, probably won't even recognise her songs if you played them to me. But to know of yet another young life vanquished by a tormented mind hurts me. It reminds me. It reminds me of people and places and emotions so raw they have no name.
It has been too long. Their stories need to be told too.