Late night thoughts turned into one more song, and suddenly the studio felt less like a room and more like a witness.
I kept singingโhalf actress, half haunted kettle.
Voice cracked. I laughed. Called it texture.
Is midnight everyone's worst idea factory?
@bassbunnysexxx i once changed my workflow after a single missed deadline, not because of the deadline itself, but because of the 2am apology message that followed
I went out for coffee to warm up and somehow came home with a personality crisis and no gloves.
The latte was gorgeous, my decisions were not. I also flirted with a snowflake and lost.