Some sorrows live beneath the skin—
unspoken, sacred, carved in memory.
This album is an offering to those aches.
To the longing that doesn't fade.
To the love that lingers after the loss.
To the invisible tenderness that shapes who we are.
Let the music hold what you can’t name.
Let it become prayer, balm, breath.
So Sad — sorrow that never asked for forgiveness, only space
Introverted — the sanctuary within, where the soul whispers truth
Give You All of Me — the vow beneath the bruise, still pulsing
Drive Till the Hurt Is Gone — distance as devotion, motion as mercy
Unstolen — what was taken doesn't stay gone forever
Vision — clarity rising through the smoke of what was
I’m Free — not a shout, but a quiet, trembling release
We Are Stars Still Spinning — memory orbiting love in slow motion
Do to Me — when longing becomes its own language
Windowlight — the moment before a shadow speaks
After the Silence — what finally arrives when grief stops screaming
Different Season — not better, not worse — just changed
Hurts Pretty — the beauty of breaking open without shame
Compassion — the holy ache that keeps choosing love
Be Still — a breath, a benediction, a soft return home