FOCUS

It seems this is the state where the world is blurred at the edges of the frame, and in the centre is one person. The rest loses clarity: the phone gets warm in my hand, the coffee cools down, my thoughts jump around, but everything keeps returning to one point. The voice is stuck between a whisper and a confession - repeating the same thing like a spell until you start to believe it. There's no drama in this obsession, just heat – the kind that makes your skin remember touches longer than it should. And the more you try to distract yourself, the deeper you get sucked into the rhythm, where the only thought pulses in time with the bass: "focus is you."