Armour

Sometimes it all starts with a single drop. It seems like, what can it do? And then - boom - there's a whole sea, and you're in the middle of it, without an oar, with a face that says ‘everything's fine’ and stones in your backpack that you should have taken out long ago.

This track is like a conversation that should have happened five years ago, but finally got through. No morals, no advice, just: ‘take off your armour, stop carrying all that weight.’ And it doesn't sound like a reproach, but with that rare sympathy that doesn't try to hug you, but somehow warms you.

The heaviness is not only in the body. Sometimes it hides in silence, in the throat, in what you didn't have time to say because you ‘couldn't bring yourself to feel it.’ But no one is obliged to be a tank. Even if you used to be able to.

A song you can breathe in. And maybe, for the first time, not be afraid that someone will hear you.