"I will never know" - is a poetic descent into the fog of dementia — a song about the slow unravelling of self, memory, and the bonds that once defined a life. Through vivid imagery of fading books, lost seasons, and fractured identity, the piece explores the quiet tragedy of watching the world slip away from within.
It is a lament for the person we were, and the love that struggles to remain when names, faces, and moments drift into shadow.
A haunting reflection on memory, identity, and the ache of becoming a stranger to your own life.

I will never know - 1

“A Songwriter’s Private Notes” is an intimate R&B collection shaped in the quiet stillness of Kamaria’s bedroom—where every song began as a voice note, a half-written letter, or a confession never meant to say out loud. The EP carries the raw edges of those early moments: soft tape hisses, voicenote snippets, and the unfiltered emotion of ideas captured in real time.
Each track tells the story of a different connection—people once loved, almost loved, or felt something too deep to name. 
Wrapped in chilled, melodic, cloud-like production, this EP is for the deep lovers—the ones who feel everything at once. It drifts between vulnerability and nostalgia, letting listeners step into the small, sacred moments torn from a private journal where these songs first found their shape.

A quiet storm of emotion, written in private, shared in truth.

Let's Talk About It

Musically, the guitars can open up with brighter overdrive and room reverb to create that sunrise shimmer over the rhythm section, while the live drums stay tight and punchy to preserve danceable momentum. Vocally, the grit and swagger will remain but with slightly more melodic lift — less about struggle, more about revival. Think of standing proud at dawn, feeling the wild heartbeat of the woods.

Boots in the Mud

Distances

Fog extended the dark

The shortest day
Started the longest night
Power outage turned citadel dark
The longest night became the darkest night

Fog extended the night
I bathed in it's light
Twin Peaks ruling the vibe

I shout
I want world peace, and I want it now!
I want world peace, and I want it now!
I want world peace, and I want it now!

I screamed at the top of my lungs. 
The longest night began in the dark.

Twin Peaks 
Bathing in it's fog
As the sun set
I walked back 
And I found my voice
​
Michael slept 
 I bathed in the fog
 I bathed in the fog
 I bathed in the fog

Restoring our bodies
Restoring the vibes

Charting my plans
Time for my 3 year arc
For my spiritual house

A balance of energies
Outer day - Inner night
Meditation snacks 
My energetic house in tact

Being home
Being home at all times
​In my spiritual house
Wherever I'm at

Twin Peaks 
Bathing in it's fog
As the sun set
I walked back 
And I found my voice
​
Michael slept 
 I bathed in the fog
 I bathed in the fog
 I bathed in the fog

I am my spiritual house
Comfy on the longest night
On the day that fog ruled the vibe
On the day that power went out

It all began on the darkest night
The longest night
Power went out -  No lights

citadel stood still 
In the fog
No lights

light beam in the mist
Rain spelling my name
Mysterious shouts
Moulin rouge three of cups
Elephant with green eyes

Twin Peaks 
Bathing in the fog
As the sun set
I walked back 
And I found my voice

I shout
I want world peace, and I want it now!
I want world peace, and I want it now!
I want world peace, and I want it now!
I screamed at the top of my lungs. 
The longest night began in the dark.
​
Michael slept 
 I bathed in the fog
 I bathed in the fog
 I bathed in the fog


Bathed in the fog [12223222025]

All Along the Watchtower.m4a

a folk bop with a huge arrangement of lush strings & steel pan

fallin'

The Rain Falling on Useless Things

No Answer

Pozovi me

Creeping Low

Genre-fluid music exploring intimacy, darkness, and emotional tension.
A fusion of alternative and electronic soundscapes with cinematic mood and restrained vocals.
Created for late-night listening and inner spaces.

The Rain Falling on Useless Things

Black Fields Project