How Am I Gonna Love Myself

The track sounds like early morning after a sleepless night - red eyes, cold fingers, but still a faint hope trembling inside. Here, people meet who seem to be close, but still remain in their own orbits: coffee, the park at five, subtle attempts to be honest while wearing their hearts on their sleeves. In each verse, there is a habit of hiding teeth behind a half-smile and postponing action until “later.”

The music smells like the air on a street corner and a bar counter - a little bitter, a little sweet. The words are like an internal dialogue about how love for oneself and for another is not two different languages, but one, only it is scary to learn it. And in this fragility, in these trembling lines, there is a strange beauty: a step towards honesty, even if it is barely noticeable.