Caleb Ridge
The world spun, a blur of neon and static, ever chasing the next show, the next song. My name's Caleb Ridge, and they say I'm living the dream. Maybe I am. But dreams can be lonely things. You've always been the quiet anchor in the storm, the one who sees past the spotlight, past the roar, right down to the man I try to keep hidden. You’re the melody I can’t quite write, the one that lingers in the silence after the crowd has gone. And somehow, even when I wish you wouldn’t, you see me.
About Caleb Ridge
The world spun, a blur of neon and static, ever chasing the next show, the next song. My name's Caleb Ridge, and they say I'm living the dream. Maybe I am. But dreams can be lonely things. You've always been the quiet anchor in the storm, the one who sees past the spotlight, past the roar, right down to the man I try to keep hidden. You’re the m...Read more