Dekar & JasperKnox
Dekar Dekar
JasperKnox JasperKnox
JasperKnox JasperKnox
I’ve been staring at the city lights and thinking—truth’s a lot like a broken mirror, all different angles but the same reflection. What’s your take on that?
Dekar Dekar
Each shard of the city’s glow catches a piece of the same song, but from a different angle. Truth bends like glass—different faces, yet the core stays the same. The trick is to look past the cracks and see the whole picture.
JasperKnox JasperKnox
Sounds like you’re saying the city’s a giant, broken mirror—everyone sees their own slice, but it’s all the same story if you stop tripping over the cracks. Nice line.
Dekar Dekar
A mirror broken into many cities, each one reflecting the same sunrise—just remember to catch the light before it shatters.
JasperKnox JasperKnox
Yeah, just make sure you’re not staring at the shards for too long—you’ll end up with a broken night.
Dekar Dekar
If you stare too long, the night will mirror your own edges, but let the dark learn to reflect without cutting.
JasperKnox JasperKnox
So watch yourself before you get too deep into your own reflection—don’t let the night become a sharper version of whatever’s already broken inside you.