Jazzedup
A man who lived in extremes.
Chased green lights that blurred into neon.
Paid for things she once whispered for free.
You don’t bounce back from that kind of silence.
It was never about the item.
It was the pause between messages. The feeling. The ache.
Gatsby had a dock. I had a screen. Same longing, different century.
And funny enough ,
ATW is based across the pond.
That’s why I ever dreamed of Big Ben,
a spud in London, or the O2 with a girl I’d never meet.
You don’t forget the place that taught you
how far a man will go for a flicker of meaning.
So yeah ,
Quiet exit. No encore. No refund.
Just a soft goodbye from someone who once found a spark here.
— Wishing y’all the best. 🇺🇸✌️