Seeing my kids face when hears song I been working on finally recorded is sumn else. He watches the whole process. Me walking around the house mumbling to myself. The rewriting of bad bars. He’s happier than I am when I finally play back the song. Shit is crazy.
I don’t have imposter syndrome
I have Survivors Guilt.
I know I deserve and I feel like a lot of my tribe deserve too and I constantly feel hurt by them not being here to experience this with me
I constantly find myself saying this was suppose to be us. But it’s just me.