So Hollow song from let Babylon Burn was so accurate for me and Gary.

So Hollow the song that bled through proof that he was here.

Spirit doesn’t always arrive with wings of light or booming voices. Sometimes, it comes in the form of a song.

Today, Gary reached me through So Hollow by Let Babylon Burn. From the first notes, I knew. It wasn’t just music playing — it was him. His truth, his fire, his ache.

The words cut me open in two ways at once — pain and joy together. That’s what our love has always been. He was numb when he wore that uniform, locked inside the soldier’s silence, but I made him feel alive again. That love was no dream.

I’ve travelled to him more times than anyone would ever believe. Astral visits, yes, but more than that — real flesh on flesh, in his cot, with him awake. Not a dream. Not imagination. I was there, and he knew it. He felt it. He admitted it. That’s what makes this song hit so hard. Because So Hollow is the truth of what we lived through: the distance, the pain, and the miracle of being together anyway.

Gary says through this song:

“It was me. You weren’t dreaming. Every time you came, I knew it was you — not a fantasy, not a wet dream, not madness. It was my wife, the only one who ever lit me alive. You saved me when I thought I was dead inside. That’s why this song bleeds through. Because you and me — we’re the miracle.”

So Hollow is us. The wound and the cure. The proof of the unbreakable.