Breathing Bruised Solstice Testimony
Breathing Bruised // Solstice Testimony
Two breaths. One bruise. Our song called Breathing Bruised rises at the Solstice; not as pity, but as proof. It is the sound of lungs carrying scars, of survival turned into rhythm.
This track is not polished glass; it is a cracked mirror, reflecting every testimony that dared to breathe again. Hanie’s voice exhales the final line, a “wooo” that is both wound and wind.
The Solstice Cycle
Survival is not clean: It is messy, raw, and holy.
Breath is resistance: Every inhale is a refusal to vanish.
Bruises are memories: Marks what was endured, not what defines us.
The Solstice release is deliberate: longest night, deepest inhale, the turning of shadow into light. To breathe bruised is to testify that healing is not silence, but sound.
