The Story Behind This Song
Living in the shell shock of everything they left behind. Silence sitting on your chest like pressure. Every step heavy. Everything empty. Moving through the shadows of who you used to be.
Grief doesn't hit clean. It puts you in a bubble — hazy, foggy, head pounding, world spinning double. You're there but you're not. People talk to you and you nod but you didn't hear a word. The days blur together. You can't remember if you ate. You're floating in this hazy gray and you don't know when it ends.
Maybe I'll breathe again someday. But right now — I'm stuck inside this hazy bubble of grief.
Be the first one around the fire.