A Beautiful Thing
11 songs; 41 minutes, and 6 seconds
This mixtape begins in the heat of longing—a backseat question, a crooked grin, the quiet ache of desire. But behind the desire lies something wounded, tangled in pride, unsure how to ask for softness. And love became a contest, a cold war in velvet tones.
And the turning point came quietly, not in triumph but surrender, in a war which had been with myself all along. No bravado, no mask, no “Big Man’s hat”. Love wasn’t a grand declaration but a slow blooming: a warmth where there had been withholding, presence where there had been performance.
And with each tender word, each open hand, love reshaped me—until what remained was someone new. Imperfect and held. Born again by love’s steady fire.
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