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?

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 🫨

Was It Ever Really Home?

Trapzart