KIARAA

I know you feel it. The ache. The hunger. That thing inside you that won’t let go—the thing that keeps you up at night, that makes you crave, that makes you remember.

This isn’t background music. This is the pulse in your veins, the fire in your lungs, the shiver that runs down your spine when love is too much and not enough all at once.

I don’t write songs. I live them. I bleed them. Every lyric, every note, every whisper is ripped from the places I don’t dare to hide. I don’t soften love. I don’t make it palatable. I set it on fire and let it burn. Because love isn’t just sweet—it’s obsessive, it’s chaotic, it’s the thing that saves you and wrecks you in the same breath.

Three years after my first album, I’m back with Truly, Madly, Deeply—not just a collection of songs, but a freefall into the depths. This isn’t love neatly tied up with a bow. This is love feral and unfiltered. The kind that lingers on your skin, that haunts you, that pulls you under until you can’t breathe—but you don’t want to come up for air.

This is me. Stripped bare. Standing in the wreckage. Finding beauty in the ruin. Craving, breaking, surrendering.

And if you’ve ever felt love like that—welcome. You’ve just found your soundtrack:
Coming 04/25/25... TRULY MADLY DEEPLY X