pollen

Every sound here has a hint of a relationship that has been torn apart. The warmth of memories is mixed with the bitterness of realisation: everything is different now. Hands that once meant ‘everything’ are now just a reminder of how quickly love can turn into a scream, into unspoken words, into a strange argument about what it all meant.

The music seems to emphasise this change: the steady beat keeps the rhythm, and the words fly over it - frank, direct, even a little angry. It's not about romance, but about sobriety. About the moment when the thought finally comes: enough, it's time to grow out of this drama.

And yet there is still a slight melancholy inside. Because no matter how many times you repeat ‘nothing is the same anymore,’ your heart still holds on to that past warmth. It is stubborn. But it is precisely in this contrast that the strength lies: to admit that ‘love’ was just a word and allow yourself to move on, even if it sounds bitter.