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Paul Cook – Wherever You Are (Embody Remix)

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I’m in Miami wondering what I’m doing here. This isn’t my vibe. The weather isn’t cooperating much, and to be honest neither are the people. It’s quite the artistic shit show, but here we are, so living in it is a must.

I need something to wake me up from this nightmare and put me in a good place. Lucky for me, this Paul Cook, “Wherever You Are”, Embody Remix is here.

Everything’s so far away
Cos we’re never near the truth”

I’m in a weird mood. There’s so much happening in my life right now that I don’t know where to place my thoughts. I have an old ex trying to pry her way back into my heart, and I have my son’s mother stalking pieces of my life as if it’s ok. As if we didn’t say that all we needed to discuss and talk about from now on was our son. I really don’t see what my Instagram has to do with him, but I guess I have to let people be who they are. It just sucks that as an adult people feel the need to question your life when they have nothing to do with it.

It’s ok. I’m learning to not let bullets shot at me for mere response affect me. I’m learning that when people are bored and have way too much time on their hands, they won’t go an open a book before they open up to my Instagram account. There’s nothing I can do about that, so there’s nothing to say.

My life is mine to live the way I want to and that’s how I plan on living it. If you don’t like it then stay the hell away from my life. That includes my social media, this blog and everything else in my world. I won’t go into yours, so please, don’t come into mine anymore.

Like I said, I’m in a weird space tonight. If it wasn’t for this song I’d probably be in bed pretending to sleep the way I normally do in order to sulk, away from the world. Missing my son like hell. Missing his scent and sounds. His tossing and turning and his smiles and laughter.

Who knew that music could save me from this night—put me in such a positive frame of mind again.

Stay positive, fighters. If life is taking its sweet time to correct itself, then there is always music. There, is, always, music.