I used to set myself on fire and call it love.
I’d absorb everything, burn out, and then write a song from the ashes. People liked those songs. I couldn’t fake them.
Then my frequency changed.
In 2021, three cats walked into my life. Stellina, Tommy, and Eros. I stopped burning. I learned boundaries. I learned softness. I learned that love doesn’t need fire to be real.
Now I’m far away from them. It’s been eighteen moons without their sound. But their love still circles me. And mine still circles them.
I wrote this song because I couldn’t not write it. It’s not about pain. It’s about what’s left after the pain leaves.
I’m trying to get back to them. To Italy. To where my heart is.
If this story feels like yours — if your frequency changed too — you’re welcome here.
Verse 2
Eighteen moons without their sound,
Yet their love kept circling 'round.
Through songs and whispers, I became,
Someone softer, not the same.
Bridge
Stellina waited by the door,
Wouldn't eat till the footsteps were no more.
She felt my love across the miles,
Through every song, through every trial.
I don’t do public speaking well. I don’t do noise.
But I do good conversations.
If you want the song, cat updates, and new verses when they come — leave your email.
No spam. No hustle. Just us.
Stellina, Tommy, and Eros are in Italy. I’m not. Yet.
If this song moved you and you want to help us close the eighteen moons, you can join the Soft Soul Circle.
$3/mo — Early songs + voice memos, cat photos no one else sees, your name in the credits as “Frequency Keeper”
$10/mo — Everything above + one handwritten lyric sheet per year, mailed from Italy when I get there + vote on what I write next
No tiers. No pressure. Cancel anytime. Cats don’t do contracts and neither do I.
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