A quiet memory opens
like a door you thought you’d already walked through.
Inside, something shifts — soft at first, then impossible to ignore.

A journey from idealized memory toward honest exposure,
asking whether the place you once called home
was ever really home at all.

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Act I — Idealization

Innocence. Lightness. Possibility.
The way we sometimes place another person
at the center of our inner world
before we’ve learned how to stand on our own.

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Act II — Collapse

The fracture.
When projection breaks, timing fails,
and the story we lived inside can no longer hold.

Here lives the grief of recognition —
where fear and old patterns
quietly undo what once felt pure.

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Act III — Suspension

Not reunion.
Not resolution.

Just the space that remains
after illusion falls away —
where nothing is fixed yet,
but something is finally real.

Not arrival,
but the ability to stay.

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Final Note

This track carries what I never found words for.
It ends suspended — not in perfect resolution,
but in truth held gently.

For every unfinished story
that hasn’t found its ending,
and may not need one.

Was It Ever Really Home?

OG Southern Vancouver Island DNB Pioneer Waxing creative in DNB & JUNGLE

I'm a web developer who compose modern classical piano and produce EDM, DnB and trap - and sometimes I like to mix it up. 

I love to make music 🫨

Thx for visiting and listening, I am an amateur guitarist, play a little keybord, bass and drums too. I love music.

Was It Ever Really Home?

Trapzart