Words

Sometimes the feeling comes first.
Sometimes it takes a while to name it.
Either way, it doesn't need to be rushed.

on staying

December 2024

There's a kind of quiet that comes after something leaves. Not peace exactly. More like the space where sound used to be. You get used to it eventually. Or maybe you just stop noticing.

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before the song

November 2024

Most of what I write never becomes music. It stays in notebooks, half-finished. That's fine. Not everything needs to be heard.

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