Come mi guardi

The world seemed to freeze between a drag and a slightly intoxicated, slightly tired gaze, with that feeling when words seem unnecessary and eyes say more than you're willing to admit. Everything revolves around the usual contradictions: you want to rise above the noise, but you find yourself looking in the very direction where it hurts and is attractive at the same time. The pulse of the beat flickers like streetlights in the rain, and it's easy to pretend everything is under control to it. In reality, you're just learning not to lose face while the world tests your resilience. A little audacity, a little confusion, and then back to it, as if nothing had happened.