The shoegaze piece represents the outer world pressing in — sound, memory, sensation. Heather remains present, eyes open, but the mix intentionally blurs her voice into the wall of sound. The lack of clarity mirrors emotional overload, yet there is no panic. It’s a study of staying conscious within intensity — not escaping it, not resolving it, simply experiencing it. ______________________________ I wake up inside the echo Of something I almost said The ceiling melts into color My thoughts are losing their edge Your voice is a shape in the noise Not close enough to be real I try to reach for the moment But moments don’t want to feel Every signal fades when I hold it Every truth bends when I stare I don’t know if I’m disappearing Or finally learning not to care I’m drifting I’m drifting out of phase Lost in the static between stars I’m listening But nothing stays Your name dissolves in my arms My reflection lags behind me Like it’s tired of keeping up The world keeps knocking softly But I’ve already given up Time feels thin as paper I tear right through the day Every step I take feels weightless Like I’m walking the wrong way If I scream it turns to silence If I run I stay the same I don’t know if I’m escaping Or just forgetting my name I’m drifting I’m drifting out of phase Lost in the static between stars I’m listening But nothing stays Your name dissolves in my arms I’m drifting Still drifting away Nowhere feels near or far I’m missing But I’m okay Being static between stars

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