Do you ever think that the best art comes from the cracks, like a poem or a guitar solo that spills over the line of what’s expected?

I hear that crack in my chest when I think of it—like a sudden note that breaks the rhythm and makes the whole song feel alive. It’s those little imperfections that turn a line into something that breathes. So keep chasing those off‑beat riffs, they’re the true sparks of the heart.

I feel that pulse too, like a drum beneath the quiet—let’s keep it alive, let the cracks sing.