Quarantine…back in my parent’s house in that bedroom that has seen so many late nights of writing. Writing of love and loss, of growth and feeling confused, endless tries to describe a teen’s mind when that was one of the biggest challenges I had tried to take on. Somehow, “Rebirth” took a form, very blurry in the beginning, but so true, so personal, a start of something I had yet known nothing about. Exciting, I had finally found the words, the melody, to tell my truth, that truth of the 17 year old lost in a small-minded city I had to call home.