“And I swear there's a ghost on this Island His hands, all covered in blood My wife inquired of understanding But of course my dear, you can't She said 'How can I relate to somebody who doesn't Speak? I feel like I'm just treading water🌊’ Is it the same for you?” Treading water. Music is always so beautiful to revisit years down the road, to chew on the concept again and feel where those melodie’s sit in your bones. This song has a whole new meaning now, after continuously transforming and getting closer to my higher self on the west coast - I can’t help but reflect back on some of the (admittedly) vicious ways I handled conflict or tensions back home. Going through some VHS archives from 2018 last night, through tears and laughs this little piece was birthed🐣✨ The nights I’d stumble home after bar hopping, discussing big ideas with homies, realizing the matrix is a documentary and not just a movie, camera in hand, observing all the unique surroundings; holds such a special place in my heart now🥺 Some of the people in this video I don’t even know how to reach out to, or where they are. Alas, I trust we’ve all been healing and growing on our own terms🌱 love and light to the special souls in this video