It is yours to:
- Dance, cry, scream + whisper to
- Take apart; love, dislike, be confused/unsure about
- Find meaning in
- Listen to on a night walk/drive, when getting ready for a night out with your friends, or alone, during a workout or while you’re cooking. ANYTHING

It is YOURS. Heaven knows it was ours for a long enough time <3 

I’m struggling to know where to start with what I’m trying to say, but I guess what I would like to express is that this is song and its world were a labour of love by not only me, but also SOOOO many special people. 
I’ll explain everything more in depth through “the void”, but I’d love to take a moment and express my gratitude for my team of angels that have helped me make all of this happen! This song was born in my London bedroom studio, a few days before my birthday this year. I felt deeply lonely - rejected by the world - raw and my nervous system was the most turbulent it has been in a long time. I remember crying so much, that I could taste the salt of my tears and my whole body felt numb. 
But working with these amazing people to expand the song and its universe that I have started in such a raw state, flipped a switch within me! Their warmth and sensibility helped me meet my feelings in such a different way, and I remember laughing so much throughout the whole process <3<3<3🥹 
We found a language for this experience in music and movement, and all of our different perspectives and essences melted into the beautiful world that you’ve been witnessing - misty grieving machines, urgent questions gleaming in the dark, dancing in overexposed lighting at a windy beach late at night: all symptoms of the loss of a world that used to mean everything.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being a part of this, ily dearly 🪽🫧✨✴️

I, frebruary

I, february

i, february

Меня ищут в проталинах, в первых вздохах оттепели. Меня называют вестником, предтечей. Слепцы. Они не видят, что я прорастаю не к солнцу, а от него. Что моя зелень- это не цвет жизни, а ее последний, остывающий отсвет.

Я-первый труп весны.

Бездна

Exploring some frustrations and inner monologue

Within

Ambient soundscape exploring reality, consciousness and you, relax, chillout and enjoy.

SFS - A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

SFS - A SENSE OF SELF

SFS - A WORLD OF YOUR OWN

SFS - ALTERED STATES

SFS - GHOSTS IN THE MACHINES

SFS - IT'S ALL IN YOUR MIND

SFS - THE ART OF BEING

I write every lyric myself—this is therapy, my outlet.
Raw rap, melodic rap, Metalcore, Punk, PopPunk and storytelling born from burnout, heartbreak, and unprocessed grief.

I use Suno (AI) to turn my words into the sound I hear in my head.
Every track is part of my story: real, unfiltered, and deeply personal.

First release: 15/07/25 🖤♥️✌🏻

If you connect with honest music about mental health, resilience, and finding clarity, follow the journey. I’d love to hear what you think, drop me a message, drop me a follow for more.

Welcome to my brain.

producer + decorator of time
_find me at the point where digital & life kiss_

New tracks tagged #Existential