A thought that could’ve stayed in my head (or a Drive). 
But I chose to give it a form.
Working on the deeper things for later In the meantime, 
I’m letting some things pass through.
Not sorting to erase. 
But sorting to listen.
What I share here isn’t meant to last. It’s a passage. 
Forgotten sketches, fragments once played, never released. 
Drafts that meant something.
I post to clear space. To breathe. 
It’s A parenthesis. A breath.
A necessary in-between.

The fragments will only appear in stories. No link in bio. Just there — when the moment feels right.


Opposite

Thom Draft