Amnesia

The city is already asleep, but someone is still holding on to a mixture of caffeine, adrenaline, and old grudges. Headlights flicker in puddles, the rhythm beats against your temples, and the air smells of nighttime freedom and a little bit of madness. Two people meet somewhere between the bar and dawn - not to start something new, but to forget the old for at least a couple of tracks.

There is no love here, only mutual consolation to a beat that warms better than a blanket. A little drama, a little self-destruction - and now it's 2 a.m., when pain becomes a habit and chaos suddenly seems cozy. It seems that sometimes it's not someone who saves you, but simply someone who happened to be on your path at the right time.