a plane passes overhead with red and white pinpoint lights i clutch my coffee cup close swirls of smoke and steam rise up
my window is illuminated by candycane panes switching colors in the headlights of passing cars
these are the moments i think i’ll miss next year…working on a beat in the early hours on the morning that probably only sounds good to me in my head
i can’t fathom the immense difference that’s coming. everything will be different soon…and i guess that’s what i’ve wanted for so long. but i’m leaving so much behind in these streets, these nights, these cups of coffee with exhausted dregs swimming at the bottom
hmmm…
