Breathe me in like the first time rain pattered against your shoulder, our knees barely able to support the weight of walking, yet you let them cry because the soil, softened by muted skies, yearned to be acknowledged. For the last time, with your whole heart, melt into the earth.
Monthly Listeners
990
Monthly Listeners History
Track the evolution of monthly listeners over the last 28 days.
Followers
236
Followers History
Track the evolution of followers over the last 28 days.