Gloomboy & Okolo
Gloomboy
Hey Okolo, ever notice how a quiet night feels like an unfinished song, just waiting for someone to finish it?
Okolo
Yeah, I feel that way all the time. The silence is like a half‑written verse, and every star is a note waiting for my hand to play it.
Gloomboy
Sounds poetic, but don’t let the stars pressure you into a solo—you’re not exactly a concert hall, just a dim corner with a guitar that’s probably gathering dust.
Okolo
I hear you. Sometimes the guitar just stays quiet and collects little moments, like stars that are still forming. When the silence feels too heavy, I close my eyes and let the room breathe instead.
Gloomboy
Maybe the room's breath is the only thing that keeps the silence from turning into a full‑blown ache.Exactly, if it were anything more it’d just be another weight.