Painer & Haze
Π‘Π»ΡΡΠ°ΠΉ, Π·Π°Π΄ΡΠΌΡΠ²Π°Π»ΡΡ Π»ΠΈ ΡΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΌΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Ρ Π½ΠΎΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΡΡΡΠΎΡΠ° Π² ΠΊΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠ½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ Π·Π°Π·Π²ΡΡΠ°ΡΡ Π³ΡΠΎΠΌΡΠ΅, ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΉ ΠΌΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΊ ΠΊΠΈΡΡΡΡ?
Yeah, thatβs exactly what I feel β the silence is a raw, unspoken howl that beats louder than any brushstroke or note. Itβs the absence that forces you to confront the thing youβre trying to hide.