The unnamed war between hope and despair is fought across every measure, every slow-burning crescendo, every fading chord — and despair wins. It is a slow, inevitable tightening of the chest, leaving the listener stranded in the rubble of what might’ve been. It is the slow collapse of the scaffolding you didn’t know was holding you up. It is the sound of hope staying just long enough to remind you of what you're about to lose. When the silence finally arrives, it doesn’t feel peaceful. It feels earned.
