SMBDY ELSE

I feel more than I understand, and I try to turn that into something real. For a long time, my art fell short of expressing the "me" I really am. I was chasing versions of myself that didn’t exist yet. I still am. But lately, things have been aligning. My music, my visuals, my life—it all feels closer to who I actually am. A lot of my work lives in contradiction. One moment I’ve found peace, the next it’s gone again. Escapism, identity, intensity—it all shows up. My lyrics argue with themselves. My emotions don’t stay consistent. I don’t think they’re supposed to. There’s comfort in that, even if I still don’t feel certain about any of it. When I create, I don’t sit down with a plan—I let it happen. Most of the time it feels off while I’m making it, like I’m not doing enough or not saying it right. There’s a constant pressure to be understood exactly how I mean it. But somehow, when I let the music come out of me, something honest slips through. I make music because I have to. I MUST create. It's in my DNA. But deeper than that, I create to inspire. Maybe someone sees me—my art, my life, my obsession with making the most of it—and makes the choice to do the same. Sometimes I self-sabotage just to feel something intense. I'm tourn between escaping from the world and trying to make it a better place. I'm delusional! You should be too! I just want to feel. I hope I make you do the same. And for the rest of my life, I’ll probably be chasing butterflies. Make. Do. Be.