Love. That’s what this is about. I want to make that abundantly clear before anything. This is about Love. Nothing else. When I lost my entirety, upon purifying myself, the only thing left of me was Love and Liz. So to me, love will always be, everything.
It’s what brought me, Liz, all the way across the country from Portland to Atlanta. But even before that, let’s rewind to the beginning. Love is the reason I started making music in the first place. It’s the pain I felt. As if I was the one who was sick and not my mother who I cared for at barely 11years old. It’s the feeling of isolation that confined me to that house. To that room. Hunched over that casio keyboard. It’s the peace I experienced from getting lost in music. It’s what enabled me to drown out the world with melodies floating