Some days I sit and wonder… What if nobody ever listens to this song? What if I drop this track and it fades out in the noise? What if my voice doesn’t travel past my own studio walls? But then I remind myself — it’s not about if. It’s about when. It’s about who. It’s about why I started in the first place. This ink in my hand. This voice in my head. This mic in front of me. They are not just tools. They are extensions of my purpose. And maybe, just maybe… My voice wasn’t meant to be the loudest in the room. Maybe it was meant to be the one whispering healing into someone’s chaos when everything else goes quiet. You feel me? So I choose to write. I choose to sing. I choose to release