Solitude (No One Understands Me)

Sometimes fears are not about death or pain, but about the possibility that no one around you has been honest, and the earth really is flat. Or that sleep will turn out to be more comfortable than life. Or that someone will suddenly call for help, and you won't be able to save them. Such is the gentle paranoia of a person who is too sensitive to themselves and too clear-headed about how the world works.

The music flows unhurriedly, as if holding the hand of someone who is afraid to let go of control. Somewhere between a smirk and a confession, there is a confident tone: “No one understands, but they don't need to.” This is not loneliness, but almost a dance with oneself - a little crazy, a little proud, but absolutely honest.