Mis 36

Resounding honesty under the soft light of a nightlight - as if someone is whispering to themselves aloud to finally be heard. The words sound like the final touches to a painting, written out of a habit of keeping everything under control, but fatigue from one's own rules already shines through. There is no shouting here, but there is firm breathing - either love unconditionally or let go before it's too late.

The music draws a fine line between guilt and freedom, like a step on wet asphalt at the end of summer: slowly but surely. You can feel that this is not about anger, but about exhaling, when it is no longer scary to choose yourself. And in this fragile determination there is a strange beauty - warm, honest, and inevitable, like the morning after a sleepless night.