BODED #17

Summer of ‘21, Bordeaux, France. It rained, it rained, the sky and I didn’t stop crying. Today I call it cleansing, but back then I couldn’t even call it. My love at the time couldn’t call me either - he was slipping through my fingers by the day. Our relationship slowly died like a campfire that gets smaller while everyone sits around and watches the flames go down, quietly observing. As life would have it, the more we died, the more myself and my music came alive. A whole world opened at the expense of the demise of what I thought was my whole world. I have good and bad news about heartbreak. The bad news is that it sucks. The good news is that in such deep waters, you can be nothing but ...View all