This track was written in the middle of the night, somewhere between exhaustion and honesty.
For a while my sleep has felt strange — no dreams, no images, no stories. I close my eyes and open them again like a piece of time was simply cut out of my life. No nightmares, no fantasies — just silence.
Maybe that’s peace. Maybe it’s a sign the mind is too tired to wander.
The song grew out of that moment. Not from panic, but from realization. Being tired, being imperfect, hearing what people close to you say about you — and deciding that maybe they are not entirely wrong. Maybe that’s where change begins.
Musically the track carries that same feeling: a fragile reversed music box floating above a deep, grounding beat. One bar drops the kick completely, like a breath missing from the rhythm — just like those empty pieces of sleep.
This is not a dramatic confession. It’s a quiet starting point.
If you ever had nights where time disappears and rest feels just out of reach, this track might sound familiar.
Retrospect