Velvi and Stitchling under the moon, where love gets a little too quiet, a little too close, and a little too honest. This piece is about that kind of attachment that doesn't scream. It whispers. It writes your name in the dark. It says "stay" in every corner of the room and means it

Inspired by a poem someone posted on here. “To Whom It May Concern.” is a dark, aching confession about longing for someone who may not even exist, while trying to survive the cold by settling for "almost-love". I wrote the lyrics to be like an unsent letter from the edge of loneliness,