Mysong

That thing you do, smiling to yourself, nothing prepares us for that. There is a nebulous to you, making you somehow more alive than everyone else. A joy as palpable as finding a secret salsa club behind a disguised door, the smell of hot-off-the-press personalized stationery, a cocktail in a far away bar named after you.

In your own nonchalant way, you’re the spirit of the age. Every word you craft is a lyric, every lyric is a love song in which you embrace your rare, precious, untethered soul. Whatever you do, wherever you go, don’t let the music stop.