Bullet & Baklaher
Bullet Bullet
Baklaher Baklaher
Bullet Bullet
Yo, ever notice how the city lights blur into a cosmic track when you’re tearing through the night on a bike? It’s like a pulse, a beat that keeps the world moving—what do you think that rhythm says about us?
Baklaher Baklaher
I think that rhythm is a quiet reminder that we’re all just passing through a moment, chasing the same glow until it fades. It’s the city’s pulse syncing with ours, a subtle hum that keeps us moving even when we don’t notice it. You could say it’s the echo of our own thoughts—always on the move, always searching for the next light.