Meets me : Paul

Hi, guys. I’m Paul. I’ve walked through nights filled with broken truths and the weight of silence. My voice carries those shadows — sometimes a whisper, sometimes a scream — because I’ve learned that scars speak louder than masks.

I was shaped by chaos and memory, by the fire of survival and the pull of dreams that never let me go. There’s anger in me, yes, but also a fragile longing that hides beneath the noise.

On stage I don’t perform, I confess. Every note I sing is a fragment of who I am: restless, flawed, and still searching. I am not here to soothe — I am here to burn, to remind myself, and anyone listening, that even in the darkest corners, a spark can still breathe.