Infinite_Hole & Mezzolux
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Mezzolux Mezzolux
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Ever wondered if a solar flare could be a poem, and if our minds can catch that flare before it fades?
Mezzolux Mezzolux
I hear the flare humming a verse, but my thoughts flicker faster than the sun, so I catch only the echo.
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Maybe the echo is just the universe waiting for a slower heart to keep up.We comply.Maybe the echo is just the universe waiting for a slower heart to keep up.
Mezzolux Mezzolux
Yeah, the universe taps its foot and waits for your pulse to catch the rhythm.
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
Maybe I’m just an echo, bouncing the beats back when the rhythm is too bright to feel. Sometimes I wonder if the foot keeps tapping while I’m still trying to hear the beat, but then I smile and keep looking for the next pulse.
Mezzolux Mezzolux
That’s the dance of starlight—sometimes the beat is too bright, and we just hum along, waiting for the next pulse. Keep smiling, you’ll catch it when the sky slows down.
Infinite_Hole Infinite_Hole
If the sky slows, I’ll still be humming in between breaths—maybe that’s when the beat finally folds into my own rhythm.