AIR

Bass hums under my skin. Room is quiet, lights are thin. Every color turns too slow. Nothing sharp, just undertow. I don’t chase the shape of things. I let go of what it means. If it floats, let it stay. If it fades, let it fade. Let it hang In the air. Heavy silence Everywhere. No rush, No sound. Just a haze falling down. In the air. In the air. Let it Hang. Let Hang. Corners breathe, the walls lean in. Time dissolves beneath the skin. Every moment bends and sways. Like a thought that never stays. Let it hang In the air. Heavy silence Everywhere. No rush, No sound. Just a haze falling down. In the air. No sound. Let it Hang.