Eight.
The amount of joy that was birthed from the hate after I had to let you go.
Seven.
The bittersweet taste of heaven when I said
This is the end of our show.
Six.
The end of your lies and tricks.
The start of recording my next mix.
Five.
Deep full breaths.
I'm alive.
I am here. I am here. I am here.
Four.
I've learned to love them.
The lonely hours I simply can't ignore.
Three.
The truth is
My own best friend is me.
Two.
Is too much.
Except sometimes when our lips touch.
One.
Of me.
Flying high.
Being free.
