Raw, chopped and vulnerable. It's feeling. It's heartache. It's short and pointed. There are only a few words and there doesn't need to be more.

Leave It

Channeling my grandma's beautiful, calm energy to turn rage into light.

Cannot Be Undone

Soothing bed time synth, whisper tracks, singing my self to sleep. A song that slowly builds and sets you down easy.

Clammy//Calm

Taking care of yourself sometimes means taking care of others. The image of my dad rubbing my grandma's cold feet because she was in so much pain as she passed has always stuck with me.

Cold Toes

Leftovers at the end of Cold Toes.  Somehow they lined up into something interesting.

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