mieux en mieux

It seems everything has long since scattered into the orbits of feeling, words, and promises. But the body still remembers the rhythm, and there's a lightness trembling within it, like those who dance not for someone else, but simply because gravity no longer holds them down. The music glides over the voice like neon light on the walls of a nightclub, and even in the lines about betrayal, there's something stubbornly alive, as if a quiet "I'll still get up" is hiding between the beats. Somewhere beneath the bass, a tired "I'm feeling better now" pulses, but it's not about victory, more about liberation. When you no longer need to explain who is right and who got hurt, because everything is clear from a glance. And though the taste of old conversations still lingers in the air, the sound continues to lift us up to where weight no longer matters.