2 January

Damaging our eardrums every time we pursue our goals, that paper better be loud enough when it starts rolling in, spending hours in front of keys painting a future and those hotels better have enough space to keep us in doors.

I heard you broke your propellers trying to reach for us, I heard you ran out of gas trying to keep up and I heard you heard about our come up but didn’t tune in to the news. We broke records while you were dusting your vinyl’s, you prayed the Dj played your tunes little did you know he was part of the come up.

Between poetry and a simple blog, I’m now puzzled. I promised blogs but turned to be something in between, this year we’re making more moves and this year we’re photo bombing billboard photos. This year alone we’re introducing ourselves to the world.

I literally saw your shot on whatsapp but it’s time we both moved on, come step into my shoes believe you me there’s enough room.