when i tried it i felt better than i ever had

i am nothing

the darkside (lebron)

youre not perfect sport

lee priest x 100

robin williams x need 2

walter white x apage

So what you playing for then?

There’s a peculiar stillness in grief-not the kind that screams or shatters,
but the kind that hums beneath your ribs like something ancient and slow.

People think sorrow is sharp, immediate.
But the truth is, it softens.
It spreads.
It seeps into things-routines, silences, the way light filters through a room.

And then, one day, almost without noticing,
you realize:
I can’t remember your face anymore.

Not fully.
Not like I used to.

There’s guilt in that.
A strange, quiet guilt.
As if forgetting were a kind of betrayal-
as if memory were a promise I failed to keep.

But there's also something else.
Something harder to name.

A loosening.
An uncoiling of the heart.
As though the mind, unable to hold so tightly, begins to make space-
not for forgetting, exactly,
but for breathing.

Like an old tape unspooling,
its magnetic whirr growing fainter,
and in the hiss and crackle,
a kind of peace.

Perhaps mourning isn’t a wall we carry,
but a passage we pass through-
and in the shedding of images,
the vanishing of detail,
we are not losing love,
but transforming it
into something weightless,
formless,
free.

I can't remember your face anymore

deep house, minimal deep, ambient house, melodic minimal, atmospheric electronic, cinematic electronic, chill electronic, downtempo house, organic electronic, deep groove, hypnotic, emotional electronic

atlantic-wind-inside-me.

i fcking hate it (prod. soprettyanxiety)

walter white x apage

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