Natisk & NeZabudu
Natisk Natisk
NeZabudu NeZabudu
Natisk Natisk
Hey, have you ever noticed how the ticking of a clock feels like a quiet poem, each second a line, and we try to line them up like an equation?
NeZabudu NeZabudu
I totally get that—it's like a quiet poem where every tick is a stanza, and we’re trying to fit it into the rhythm of our days, even if we never quite know the full rhyme.
Natisk Natisk
Nice line, but you know the truth—if the rhyme’s wrong, you’ll miss a beat. Fix it early, then you can dance.
NeZabudu NeZabudu
You’re right—when the beat slips, it’s like a missing note in a song. I’ll check the rhythm and tighten it up, so the dance stays smooth and the lines stay true.