There’s a hollowness here, a void that stretches endlessly, where even my own voice feels foreign, swallowed by the howling winds of solitude. I find myself wandering through this frozen wasteland, a landscape of broken dreams and unspoken words. 

The demons wait for me here. They always do. Shadows given shape by regret and fear, their whispers blend with the storm. 
But what choice do I have but to face them? To let the storm rage on and try to hold my ground. I am tired, so tired, yet I walk forward, step by step, through the endless white, through the cold that bites at my resolve.

For now, I am alone with the snow, the silence, and the battle within. And though I long for an end to this frozen agony, I know the only way out is through.

a letter from the winter

There was a time when the world was quiet. Or maybe it wasn’t the world—maybe it was just me. I remember the silence, the kind that wasn’t empty but full, the kind that settled softly like dusk over a slow-moving river. Back then, my mind was still a place I could rest in, not a storm I had to survive.

It must have started as a whisper, a small ripple in the stillness, something I thought would pass. But it grew until it became everything. Now, the quiet feels like something I dreamed, something too distant to be real. I chase it, reach for it in the rare moments when the chaos slows.

And I am left here, a  drift in the wind, unable to remember what it felt like to simply be.

Sometimes, late at night, when the world is half-asleep, I almost hear it again. A memory of silence, pressed between heartbeats, between the ticking of the clock and the sigh of the wind against the glass. But it never stays. The storm always finds its way back, tearing through my thoughts, scattering them like leaves in a wind I cannot stop.

I wonder - was I ever truly at peace, or was it only the absence of knowing what would come? And if I was, if that silence was real, is it lost forever? Or is it waiting for me somewhere, just beyond the horizon?

I remember the silence

Redemption

Peace Of Mind

From nothing, we grow old, and we’re seen clasping nothing in our hands, like it’s everything we have.

clasping hands and nothing to grab (demo)

always waiting

always waiting (slowed less + alone)

always waiting (sped up + alone)

DRIFTING MIND PART 1

hey my friends ! i hopz your all good ^^ this is my new track for the ost of #lanetwarz5000 !
go check the website of my friend making this own game! this gonna be awesome ! planetwarz5000.com/planet-warz-500…-book-world-map
thanks a lots ! peace ! and love you all <3



lull in the storm

when your hands are cold, hold mine

please, don't go...

Amateur composer,arranger and singer songwriter.

DRIFTING MIND PART 1

Riccledy

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