Lingers like perfume on denim, soft and fragile, but never innocent. This chaos was written somewhere on the train, injection of methylphenidate dose, sleepless thoughts, a thousand kilometers of motion leading to one surreal night under strobe lights and guitar feedback.
This mess became the only language that made sense. The beats stumbled, the bass gasped, and there was beauty in the collision. Every snare carries a trace of that night. Every glitch is a fragment of touch blurred by distance and light. Tenderness buried in chaos, about finding calm in the noise and realizing that even the most fragile moments can survive inside distortion. It’s not about perfection, it’s about persistence
Because love's like feedback, it doesn’t fade.
It lingers. It loops. It becomes something else.
Beautiful roses, still blooming in the noise.
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