Glass towers whisper like thoughts undone,
Signals crossing, becoming one.
I walk through mirrors made of air,
Every silence has something to share.

Someone’s laughter bends the code,
Every motion is an ode.

The logic of night
Where nothing’s wrong, but nothing’s right.
Truth dissolves in satellite light,
And I belong to the logic of night.

Windows bloom in binary hues,
Dreams disguised as breaking news.
My reflection’s slightly late,
Catching up to my own state.

Someone’s shadow hums my tune,
City breathing under the moon.

The logic of night
Where nothing’s wrong, but nothing’s right.
Truth dissolves in satellite light,
And I belong to the logic of night.

Maybe freedom isn’t flight,
But learning how to blur the lines.
Every answer tastes like light,
Every question, intertwines.

The logic of night
Where bodies speak in coded sight.
We disappear, but feel alive,
In the quiet logic of night.

The Logic of Night

I Don't Know What I'm Doing Here. 
I guess it’s music 🤷🏻‍♀️

All songs released after September 20, 2025, have been written and produced by me, and I retain full copyright ownership of them.

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