Can't Decide

Somewhere between insomnia and an overheated phone, this strange feeling pulsates - as if I've stumbled back into a conversation that should have ended long ago. Everything seems clear, but for some reason, it won't let go. Voices in my head argue about who to love, who to let go, and whether it's even necessary to love anyone if it only brings heat and migraines.

The sound swings like a neon sign above a bar at three in the morning: it trembles slightly, but it's still lit. Each “heat” is like getting stuck on the last message you don't want to read, but your hand is already reaching for it. And all this mess of feelings, rhythm, and echoes is like emotional overheating, when you want to dance and hide under the blanket at the same time.