Still, The House

The album traces a place that never fully became home and the pull to leave it. The house is constant, restrained, and distant... its presence lingering even when left behind. There is freedom in small moments, in laughter, in friends, in the brief moments of air that felt wider than the rooms I returned to. Leaving never meant escape. The place followed me, settled into me, shaped how I stood and how I stayed. Even when I'm not there, the house stays with me, Always a part of who I am. But sometimes the silence lingers longer than it should. Sometimes I am only here in pieces, but still I keep returning, even if it doesn't always feel like mine. Sometimes I feel the pull to run, sometimes I let it pass. Sometimes I remember what keeps me here, and sometimes that is enough to stay.