//
always breaking, always healing
all I tried to find was meaning
fill my heart and learn to let go
sacrificing all my being 

always healing, always breaking
I’ve lost track of what my age is
in this little lifeless meadow
I thought I could bring salvation
//

Thank you everyone for your patience and support while I pour the totality of my heart and soul into creating my album; it means the world to me.

always breaking, always healing

ill release real music sometime i promise

stop ! let me grab my backpack

i don’t wanna be late to my class again

honors been waiting since last november 

when we had to quarantine for a term 

had to keep the doors clean. in return

we would spend 14 days alone

only seeing four teens if were 

lucky enough to see a friend 

up in morning we would spend 

our time right online 

doing assignments 

RUN IT BACK !!!!!11

let me digress 

to when we were young, not scared of anyone 

don’t know where the time went

took a nap now it’s 2021

one more day

one more day

until i gotta say

“ooh, moma OOOOOH ! 

do you like my cap and gown?

ooh mama, OOOOOOH

are you proud???” x2

he said with a mask on

he can’t believe he’s already at the finish line

but before he packs up

he’s gotta pass one more class

i don’t wanna go

i don’t wanna go act like i’m happy 

about a cap thrown in the air 

don’t know if i’ll last long in the

real i world

fear the world x2

practice my penmanship 

while my pity’s pending in a

pretty small penny sized penitentiary 

that i call my brain. i don’t plan to plead 

for a plodding pace in life 

i just wanna say

i just wanna say 

one more day

one more day

until i gotta say

“ooh, moma OOOOOH ! 

do you like my cap and gown?

ooh mama, OOOOOOH

are you proud???” x2

class of 2021

this was a freestyle recorded in 2020 on a night when i was drunk and sad.

purchase on bandcamp here: https://otrapic.bandcamp.com/track/flutter

stream on spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/7vYyDasfVor6TpYtOOP5RJ?si=dde422623649419d

listen on apple music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/flutter/1606804327?i=1606804328&app=music

flutter

Another little dump near the end of the year :)

Happy anniversary to Rapture, 1 year old!

I guess i'll just put a little update here, I've been working on another album and I've got tons of super promising ideas! 
But honestly ive recently gotten into the "Real World" with work and whatnot and im starting to understand how terrible life really is lol
As much as I love music and I would love to do it full-time, I really can't see it happening at this point with work eating up so much of my time, like it truly pains me to never be able to just like sit down and write something because I always have that looming fear of work or something else. Recently tried getting into dating too so thats another thing added on top

kinda do miss just being a NEET out of college grinding music near daily lmaoooo

well either way, hope you're all doing well :))

the picture of the boat is real btw! saw it during a driving lesson and just had to get a snap of it haha

also sidenote but this is the first song ive ever done where i didnt use any autotune at all! kinda minor W i guess lol

Visioning

Stream: https://navinor.fanlink.to/home

edit 1/21/24: thank you so much for 4K streams, it genuinely means to the world to me <3

Home

cover of pressure by the 1975
this was done for vocal practice lol

pressure

yet, as desperate as you are, you persevered, and you caught a glimpse of it, the one thing that you wanted all along ... only just for a moment.

Healing Phase

for a moment ...

sorry for the lack of releases i don't get inspired when i'm not suffering
*(edit: turns out not suffering was not the reason)

stream on here i need numbers :(
https://open.spotify.com/track/0z2sVaLkghAhkcqZQ0PoSt?si=3c8861534cc549a2

support me
https://twitter.com/whosoru
https://discord.gg/QWJbFsNfBb

+Entropy+

And you wanted it to stop
I couldn't give you up
I wanna run off out
But I couldn't even walk
At all

And you ask why-
And you ask me-

And you ask why-
And you ask me why-
And you ask why-
And you ask me why-
And you ask why-
And you ask me why-

And you wanted it to stop
I couldn't give you up
I wanna run off out
But I couldn't even walk

And you ask why-
And you ask me why-

Think you should feel fine
I can tell when you lie
Cause you just can't find
Maybe it's in your blood?

It's in your blood
Yearning for the other side
Of a fence that you built up
Up with all your might

And you wanted it to stop
I couldn't give you up
I wanna run off out
But I couldn't even walk

And you ask why-
And you ask me why-

Entropy

Download

bonus track i made for funzies

my remix of "as I hang up a picture" by dobi

time is finite (remix of dobi)

Midnight Rain Reflections

Quiet Streets

In the earliest days of Mu —
before temples, before resonance machines, before sound had learned its own name —
the air itself could hum.

It was not yet music.
It was motion: the trembling of waves inside the fog,
the slow shimmer of dawn above the still lagoons.

The people of Mu never called it anything.
They simply listened.

They believed that every drop of rain carried its own melody,
and when water touched another surface,
it remembered how to sing.

Children held out their hands to the rain,
catching the sound as if it were a living thing made of breath and echo.

They called those moments naive reveries —
not because they were simple,
but because they did not yet know themselves.

Sound did not try to become a song.
It simply existed —
until silence folded it gently back into itself.

At dusk, when the sky turned pale gold and the ocean mirrored the leaving sun,
some would sit by the sleeping waves and play loops from air —
small circles of tone born from wind, shells, glass reeds.

Each loop repeated until it faded, like foam returning to the sea.
None sounded the same, and none were ever finished.
They would say:
the sound of vanishing is the sound of return.

Many cycles later, when Mu was half-forgotten,
its languages scattered into whispers and static,
those naive reveries were found again — faint recordings hidden in stone and salt.

They still sounded fragile, as if shy about existing.
No one dared to fix them.
They were left untouched — small loops of time,
created before meaning, before creation knew itself.

Now, if you listen closely, those sounds awaken once more —
not as compositions, but as memories that belong to no one.

They rise like bubbles underwater — slow, luminous,
forming circles that dissolve into each other.

They have nothing to tell.
They only remind:
once, long ago,
the world made music by accident.

Mu never composed —
it only breathed.

And its breath became a song.

- Echo That Breathes

I found a wave in the grass,
kept it safe inside a glass.
In the morning it began —
Mu was breathing once again.



- The Quiet Orbit

Fog is soft, I touch and taste,
like the sea that lost its face.
Somewhere deep my dream still hums,
made of names and little drums.



- Liquid Memory

Water speaks in fragile tone,
like a language made of bone.
Caught a word — it tried to flee,
now it hums inside of me.



- Veil of Aether

The wind forgot the ground below,
it hummed where only echoes go.
I tried to catch its silver skin —
and felt the quiet breathe me in.



- Voice Beneath Water

Shadow dancing on the wall,
knows the shape of spring and fall.
“Who are you?” I asked in awe —
“I’m the pause in what you saw.”



- Minor Garden

If you pour a drop in heart,
tiny circles will restart.
Mu will pass and leave no clue —
just a silence shining through.



- Axis of Return

I asked clouds where dreams are kept,
they said, “Under what has slept.”
Mu then whispered, “Look, it’s near —
on the back of folded year.”



- Light Through Salt Veins

Caught a beam of silver light,
lost it quick into the night.
Mu said softly, “Let it be —
you will shine enough for me.”



- Glass Recalling Air

I forgot the name of sound,
but it follows me around.
When I stop, it stops to too —
when I move, it whispers “Mu.”



- Rising Through Mirrors

Rain was whispering to me,
like a voice beneath the sea.
“I’m with Mu,” I said aloud,
and dissolved into a cloud.



- Child of the Wave

The sea was small inside my hand,
it whispered, “Do not understand.”
I let it go — it stayed instead,
and built a garden in my head.



- Unwritten Spiral

I just cried for no real cause,
Mu said, “Keep it — never pause.
Tears are sounds that make you true,
round and gentle, just like dew.”



- Echo That Dreams

In my sleep I saw some noise,
made of water, dust, and toys.
Mu was laughing: “You’re not two —
you’re my echo, dreaming too.”

“The world once sang and never knew.”
