The Weight of my Breath Video (MV)

In the quiet moments
I often catch myself whispering secrets into a void
A solitary dialogue with my own thoughts

With every exhale, I feel the passage of time
As if an hourglass were flipped, its sands rushing to escape
The weight of my breath heavy with gravity

With every exhale, I feel the passage of time
As if an hourglass were flipped, its sands rushing to escape
The weight of my breath heavy with gravity

Time, that elusive thief
Leaves me to listen to the symphonies of unfamiliar murmurs
These whispers, though faint, are untouched like a blank canvas

With every exhale, I feel the passage of time
As if an hourglass were flipped, its sands rushing to escape
The weight of my breath heavy with gravity

With every exhale, I feel the passage of time
As if an hourglass were flipped, its sands rushing to escape
The weight of my breath heavy with gravity

I stand at the threshold, like a book yet to be opened
Am I merely a collection of scrambled letters, a narrative in disarray?

Perhaps I am a creation of abstract language
A lexicon of the unformed and the yet-to-be
Seeking definition in a world that yearns for clarity

With every exhale, I feel the passage of time
As if an hourglass were flipped, its sands rushing to escape
The weight of my breath heavy with gravity

The weight of my breath heavy with gravity
The weight of my breath heavy with gravity