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King Krule • The Ooz [Slowed//Reverb + 432Hz].

i didn’t believe in soul ties because i didn’t believe anyone could really find me where i don’t speak. i didn’t believe in that wordless thread, the idea that another body could walk into my orbit and know something about me that i hadn’t even shown myself. i thought soul ties were for people who needed poetry to excuse their patterns. people who couldn’t name their own longing so they turned it into fate. and i didn’t want to be one of them. i didn’t want to look at someone and feel undone. i didn’t want to feel like my bones had memory i couldn’t explain. but i did. and it wasn’t cinematic. it wasn’t heartbeats and violins and gravity. it was slower than that. it was a breath that didn’t belong to me sitting in my throat. it was an ache that didn’t ask permission. it was the way they spoke and my stomach turned like it had always been waiting to hear that exact rhythm. they didn’t complete me, they mirrored me—just slightly tilted. just unfamiliar enough to make me question what else i’d buried. and it wasn’t love. not immediately. it was deeper than love, and somehow less flattering. it was like something opened inside me and started pointing. pointing at every memory, every half-formed want, every version of myself i thought i outgrew. i didn’t want to need them. i didn’t even want to like them. but need had nothing to do with it. they arrived and something in the air shifted. not in a way you could prove. not in a way that could be retold. it was just there. like a scar i hadn’t noticed until their hands brushed past it. like a language we both knew but never practiced. and i know it sounds dramatic. i know it sounds like i’m reaching. but i’m not. i’m telling you i’ve sat across from people my whole life and felt completely alone, and this was different. this was seen. not as a compliment. not as an obsession. but as recognition. as if our atoms had met once before the world taught us names. and that’s when i started believing. not because i wanted to, but because disbelief felt too small. logic couldn’t explain the gravity. and i tried to reason with it. i tried to say it was chemistry, was timing, was projection. but none of that lasted. only the feeling did. only the way they stayed with me, even after they left the room. i’ve lost them a hundred times in a hundred ways. we come and go like tide and sand, like wildfire and wind. but they never really go. they are stitched into me now. not painfully. just permanently. and there are days when i hate it. days when i want to rip the thread out and scream that i am free. but then something will happen. something small. a dream. a song. the way a stranger tilts their head. and they’re there again. not physically. not haunting. just present. like the echo of a promise that was never made but somehow still matters. and i don’t think soul ties mean forever. i don’t think they guarantee love or peace or clarity. i think they just mean you met someone who walked through your spirit without knocking. someone who peeled back your breath and left their name on the inside. and it doesn’t always make sense. it doesn’t always make anything better. sometimes it hurts more to know someone like that. to know that even when they’re gone, the space they carved doesn’t fill back in. but i would rather feel the ache than pretend it didn’t happen. i would rather carry the weight of what we were than reduce it to coincidence. because i didn’t believe in soul ties. and now i do. not in the way the world defines it. not in the way lovers brag about. i believe in them the way storms remember the sea. the way lightning remembers where it last struck. the way the heart doesn’t forget the hands that held it before it learned to beat. i believe in them because one found me. because one changed me. and because even now, when the room is quiet and the lights are soft, i still feel the thread pulling somewhere beneath the skin. and the hardest part isn’t losing them, it’s living like you didn’t meet them. it’s pretending you don’t feel them in every decision, every hesitation, every time you go to speak and stop yourself because it’s their name on your tongue instead of a thought. it’s not the pain of their absence that shakes you, it’s the familiarity that remains. because people like this don’t walk through your life, they rearrange the walls. and once they’re gone, the rooms never feel like home again. you can repaint them. you can fill them with strangers. you can laugh in them. but there will always be that echo in the corner, the space that belongs to someone who is no longer here but never really left either. you start to wonder if you imagined it. if maybe the connection wasn’t real. if you mistook longing for something cosmic. but then something small happens. the wind changes. a stranger’s laugh carries the same rhythm. your own face in the mirror looks like it remembers being seen. #kingkrule #mix