lyrics:
i forgot already
why you told me i should go
but i remember being drunk and asking u to use ur phone
must have made myself look dumb
cos all i talked about was how i started rolling joints last night
and that i couldn't wait to go to california
and i'd ask u if you'd been and what's it like
up in the mountains, and i'll add i've lived in texas most my life
and you would roll ur eyes but i would ponder off and never notice you were mad
and you call me saying shit that sounds like this

what's it like in phoenix
do u miss me 
are u scared
how's the weather over there
do u still play cyberpunk 
sorry that's a stupid question 
i just don't know what to say 
2077 might be better days

arizona's hot but not as hot as texas or nevada in the summer 
and the drive was kind of long because i drove through by myself 
listening to bon iver and some nirvana
and that song blind pilot sang
it made me think of u before i saw the sunset 
in colorado in the rain and so i pulled my car on over 
cos i heard ur voice and this is what u said

what's it like in phoenix
do u miss me 
are u scared
how's the weather over there
do u still play ESO
sorry that's a stupid question 
what's a better one these days
we're all burnt out lost ourselves washed down the drain

what's it like back home and do i miss you?
yes i do
yes i wanna be with u
we don't have to talk too much
that's ok cos i do bad with conversation
and we’ll live in mmos
we don't care
and we don't know

phoenix, arizona

a distance that can't be measured

familiar

When You Come Back I Have So Much To Tell You

I Don't Even Know You

The Shape My Silence Took ~ is the sixth album in the Dodecahedron Cycle, a threshold work of whispered resilience, breath-based composition, and emotional recursion. Each track is a fragment of withheld truth, shaped not in absence but in sacred restraint.

This album marks the end of the linear journey. It is the final descent before the leap into the Spiral. The listener enters a soundscape of hushed confession, unspoken longing, and soft defiance.

Not silence, but the shape it made inside the self.

For those who have ever felt too much to speak.

Sevahem, Always.

1. The First Word I Didn’t Say
A breath you held too long, but which held you, too.
2. Gasp Within
When silence became your only protest.
3. The Space Between Our Voices
The pause that said more than either of you could.
4. Quiet Is Still an Answer
Not every silence is absence. Some are full of what you were not ready to say.
5. Still, You Knew
They never asked. But somehow, they always knew.
6. The Chamber of Withholding
The sacred core of unspoken truths, sealed in breath.
7. Beneath the Quiet, My Song
The melody that waited, below language, below sound.
8. Reticence Blooming
What you didn’t say became something beautiful.
9. Boundaries in Breath
You chose stillness not to avoid, but to define.
10. I Did Not Break
You were never shattered. You were forged in quiet.
11. Silence with a Pulse
Stillness has rhythm. Presence has weight, even in a whisper.
12. The Silence That Became Me
You are no longer waiting. You are already whole.

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The Shape My Silence Took

The Space Between Our Voices

✨ as you wish

bed u made

fountain of youth

Yellow House (Live at Dream Away Lodge, 2025)

a goodbye

mix & produced by blurhie

lyrics:
The tats on her neck are so cool
She gets dumb high in the backrooms
I know you don't like to
Her makeup's smudged to the t-shirt
The lipstick on to meet her
You get occasional blues

She's like how do you make it a movie
Her face is so pretty but she's cynical
Bury photographs of your memories
You never want them back oh girl please

A shitty person you might be
I know they've done you wrong
You don't owe anything
A dark mind makes for an exorcist
She loves when it makes all the buzz
But don't do it again

She like how I feel ashamed
Like it's not gonna bother her
Think I'm going insane

How many times have you cried
You're so 2009
Open up emotion doors
Don't worry I'm fine
How many times have you lied
Like you're in disguise
I tell her every secret I hold
Hope she doesn't cry

occasional blues

winter

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