I’m on the speed train to Madrid as I write this. The world is flashing by outside the window — fields, hills, tiny towns that exist for a heartbeat and then vanish. There’s something poetic about that, isn’t there? Some things in life stay only for a moment, and then you’re carried past them whether you want to be or not.

Last night, at 2am, I was wide awake. Not because of the train, but because of a relationship that’s been heavy on my heart. Love is there, yes, but so is hurt. And to stay safe, I’ve had to draw some tough boundaries.

Instead of letting my thoughts spiral, I turned to AI. I started scribbling lyrics, line by line. Anger softened into rhythm. Pain found its way into melody. And by sunrise, I had a song.

Not perfect. Not polished. But true.

The song is about that paradox we rarely talk about: how boundaries can coexist with love.

It says: I won’t fuel your fire, but I also won’t lock the door forever. Heal, and maybe we’ll meet again.

Boundaries don’t mean hatred. They can be a softer kind of care. A wall, yes — but one with a clear door.

From Sleepless Night to VR World

Because this is me — and it’s 2025 — I didn’t stop at scribbling lyrics. With AI, I built a VR space around the song.

Picture this: you’re standing in front of the aviators from the photo above. You can walk through them, circle them, pause in front of the ones that hit hardest. The sound of the song follows you as you move.

It’s not just music anymore. It’s an experience.

Why I’m Sharing This From a Train

Maybe it’s the rhythm of the train or the blur of the Spanish plains, but I realize now: creation is motion. At 2am, I was stuck in my pain. But by writing, by shaping sound and space, I moved through it.

That’s what boundaries are too — movement. Away from what burns, toward what heals.

🌱 Oddly Takeaway

Sleepless nights don’t have to be wasted — they can be compost for creativity. Boundaries aren’t walls of hate; they’re doors of healing. Technology doesn’t replace our humanity — it can amplify it. Even your heartbreak can become art in the right frame.

So here I am, riding at 300 km/h to Madrid, sending this story out into the world. My message to you: you’re allowed to love without burning.

Oddly Robbie, One of One.