Here I am, just as I am.
This channel is my head and my soul turned into music.
Some days I scream against everything that chokes me, some days I whisper “te amo” to my partner until my voice breaks, some days I get lost by the lake and let the wind do the rest, some days I sing in Swahili what my mom left carved into my soul. And some days I don’t even know what I’m doing, but I record it anyway because it feels like it has to exist.
No genre, no plan, no need to fit anywhere.
There’s heavy metal that hurts, ambient that heals, country that smells like wet earth, roots that make me cry when I touch them, weird experiments nobody asked for but that saved me for a while.
If any of this touches you even a little bit, stay.
If not, that’s okay too.
I’ll keep being here, doing what comes out of me, heart wide open. ZALURYON