Урал Страдает

The air smells of an overheated phone and unread messages. A wet display, my heart is flashing a notification, whether from love or fatigue. He's kind of a bandit, but with water under his pillow so he doesn't burn up completely. She's somewhere between an element and an unanswered signal, high up like an unreachable level on a map. It all boils down to one simple desire: for someone to stay, even for a couple of bars of the vibe. In this semi-delirious dance of longing and heat, something like a feeling is born, tinged with summer and a faint echo from a dream where the screen is always slightly damp and the heart beats a little too fast.