Late night

It’s just me on here. No clear hand to hold. Just a bed to fold into. 

I got songs stuck in my head. Curse of being a DJ. Constantly cross fading thoughts left and right. Trying to beat match my struggles with others. 

How can it be. 

That I’m in the boat floating. Not moving. My yes and is different. 
I was so glad to hear it. Because I seriously thought that I was not that good. I can do it. I can keep it going. 
And I will. 

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