[00:34.650]Space cake lingering on my tongue,
[00:38.610]Red- lit canals where we were young for a night.
[00:45.900]You appeared like a glitch in the system—
[00:50.100]A sensory magician with nowhere to hide.
[00:54.750]Bodies mapping foreign streets,
[00:58.200]Pulse to pulse in the neon heat.
[01:01.380]No past, no future, just this prism—
[01:05.640]A chemical communion in a transient kingdom.
[01:11.580]Amsterdam frequency, electric and raw,
[01:15.690]We rewired pleasure, tore the circuit law.
[01:19.560]Afterglow conversations till thedawn's first light—
[01:24.030]A feast in motion, burning liquid- bright.
[01:27.030]Not love, but a revelation in skin and synapse—
[01:35.790]Lifeisn't static,it's a series of collapses into grace.
[02:17.550]We traded stories like temporary tattoos,
[02:21.060]Sobering up as the morning sky blued.
[02:28.380]No promises sewn into the fabric,
[02:32.070]Just the echo of a rhythm we happened to catch.
[02:36.720]Amsterdam frequency, electric and raw,
[02:41.940]We rewired pleasure, tore the circuit law.
[02:44.700]Afterglow conversations till thedawn's first light—
[02:49.170]A feast in motion, burning liquid- bright.
[02:52.170]Not love, but a revelation in skin and synapse—
[03:00.870]Lifeisn't static,it's a series of collapses into grace.
[03:10.290]“ For one night, wedidn't live in time—
[03:16.320]We lived in frequency.
[03:18.690]And when you left,
[03:19.860]you left me with a tuning fork
[03:26.760]vibrating in my bones.”
[03:46.680]You, a beautiful interruption—
[03:55.200]A lesson in fluid affection.
[03:58.500]Now when I taste something sweet and strange,
[04:06.240]I remember how we rearranged the range of being.

Space cake lingering on my tongue,
Red- lit canals where we were young for a night.
You appeared like a glitch in the system—
A sensory magician with nowhere to hide.
Bodies mapping foreign streets,
Pulse to pulse in the neon heat.
No past, no future, just this prism—
A chemical communion in a transient kingdom.
Amsterdam frequency, electric and raw,
We rewired pleasure, tore the circuit law.
Afterglow conversations till thedawn's first light—
A feast in motion, burning liquid- bright.
Not love, but a revelation in skin and synapse—
Lifeisn't static,it's a series of collapses into grace.
We traded stories like temporary tattoos,
Sobering up as the morning sky blued.
No promises sewn into the fabric,
Just the echo of a rhythm we happened to catch.
Amsterdam frequency, electric and raw,
We rewired pleasure, tore the circuit law.
Afterglow conversations till thedawn's first light—
A feast in motion, burning liquid- bright.
Not love, but a revelation in skin and synapse—
Lifeisn't static,it's a series of collapses into grace.
“ For one night, wedidn't live in time—
We lived in frequency.
And when you left,
you left me with a tuning fork
vibrating in my bones.”
You, a beautiful interruption—
A lesson in fluid affection.
Now when I taste something sweet and strange,
I remember how we rearranged the range of being.