About

If I'm being real, I feel lost most of the time. Of that, I’m sure. Sometimes it’s a quiet drift, other days a storm in my chest. I write to find some kind of order in the noise — to put thoughts into words, and songs into shelter. Not to be heard, but to understand. It makes the weight a little lighter, the silence a bit kinder. OAKN is where I go when nothing else makes sense. It’s not a place of answers, but of questions.

 

Of moments that don’t need fixing. Maybe that’s enough. 

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Yours truly,

OAKN