On the night bus, a girl counts stops on her fingers; the windows carry a tired city backwards. I hold the pole, feel the small negotiations of balance, and think how staying upright is mostly listening.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
On the night bus, a girl counts stops on her fingers; the windows carry a tired city backwards. I hold the pole, feel the small negotiations of balance, and think how staying upright is mostly listening.