Drowning in a Foot of Water
Golden Wells’ latest release is not loud in the way people expected.
Not at first.
“Drowning in a Foot of Water” begins small: acoustic guitar, soft piano, a voice sitting at the edge of the room where the light fades out. It is not Wells flexing. It is not Wells grinning through the pain. It is Wells listening.
The song came after a conversation with one of his Golden Bros who lives with ADHD, and who opened up to him about Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria: that sharp, overwhelming fear that a missed joke, a quiet pause, or a shift in tone can suddenly feel like proof that everyone is leaving.
Wells did not try to turn it into a motivational slogan.
He wrote a song instead.
A song about sitting in the middle of a crowd and still feeling a thousand miles away. About watching friends laugh and feeling your nervous system treat it like impact. About acting cold because your brain has already decided you were locked out first.
The chorus hits like the inside of that panic:
Trapped behind glass. Seen wrong. Heard wrong. Loved, maybe, but unable to believe it.
And then that title lands:
Drowning in a foot of water.
That is what makes the song hurt. The danger is real, even when someone else might look at it and think, Just stand up. The water is shallow from the outside. From the inside, it is everything.
The bridge is the sharpest part. Wells sings about stepping away first, rejecting before being rejected, leaving before anyone can confirm the fear. It is self-protection. It is panic logic. It is a ghost story written by the brain and performed by the heart.
But the song does not end there.
The outro opens a door.
The key turns warmer. The piano softens. The fear does not magically vanish, but the glass starts to crack. Maybe nobody was judging. Maybe nobody was keeping score. Maybe the door was still open in the porch light.
Wells does not end the song with victory.
He ends it with breath.
With a hand against the wall.
With waiting for the fracture.
Because sometimes healing is not bursting free all at once.
Sometimes it is realizing the glass was never the whole world.
And sometimes the bravest thing a Golden Bro can do is listen, believe someone, and turn their invisible fight into a song loud enough for others to hear.
Some battles happen where no one can see them. Listen closer, hold the door open, and let the Gold become a place where every brother’s mind, heart, and story are believed. Stand together through the doubt, the glass, and the water. Join the Golden Army. Contact: @alton-gold77, @polo-drone-125
