Beat seeker | Word-weaver | Tiger soul

*- Wanderer of stars & sound

//tap. miss. laugh. repeat//

I lived off-sync and on-beat– a ghost in the arcade lights, a tiger chasing perfect combos, with chipped nails and tired eyes

I laugh like a glitch, talk in burst of static poetry, and tap out truths between BPMs. Cheerful? Always. Unraveled? Also yes. But in rhythm, I find something like peace.

My heart clicks like a judgement line– too fast. too slow, but always trying to land just right. Not for score. (maybe) For soul.

Chasing for perfection, But also for feelings. That one note. That one moment. Where the world quiets, I remember: Kindness is fire. It remembers the beat.