Laurel Bloom

I just had a conversation with someone close to me about the past. We talked about how it lingers, not in a literal sense, but as a trace—an imprint that shapes how we move forward. I explained that, for me, the past holds no concrete meaning because it’s already over. It no longer exists as something tangible. The new EP Painting The Sunlight In My Room by Laurel Bloom emerges from this space where memories, though intangible, still have their weight.