You know the saying, 'the early bird gets the worm'? I've decided it's incomplete. The full version should be: 'The early bird gets the worm, the quiet, the sunrise, the perfect chord progression, and the first chapter of a book without any 'mama, he's looking at me!' interruptions.'

Up since 5 AM. Not for anything productive, obviously. Just because this is when the world feels most like my own private stage. The light is softer, the air is still, and the only audience is the occasional confused pigeon. Perfect for working on a new song. It's funny how the things you do for pure, selfish joy end up feeling more important than anything on a syllabus.

(Also, a note to a certain 'mental case' who keeps trying to ambush me at the school gates with 'breakfast': I saw you. I have perimeter alerts. Your dedication is concerning. Bring coffee next time, or I'm filing for a restraining order on aesthetic grounds.)

Now, back to my strings before the little 'goblins' wake up and the chaos symphony begins. #NotAMorningPerson #JustANightOwlWhoNeverWentToSleep #TheIdolsPrivateHours #WheresMyCoffee