Living life behind glass

I was crying when this song began.

Not metaphorically — literally. I was sat in the dark, overwhelmed, exhausted, and I said out loud:

“I’m lonely. I’m fed up of being alone. I’m fed up of having to hold and manage everything myself.”

That sentence stuck.

It was one of the lowest points I’ve ever known. A time when I felt disconnected from everything and everyone — including myself. Not just isolated, but invisible. Like I was drifting through life behind a pane of glass, able to see the world, but not really touch it.

That’s where Solo came from.

The feeling of being here, but not held.

Seen, but not felt.

Functioning, but falling apart.