This song lives in the overlap where senses stop agreeing with each other.
Kisses carry color. Fear has texture. Panic tastes like sawdust and glass.

It’s written from inside a synesthetic spiral… where attraction feels dangerous, familiarity turns gray, and even breathing doesn’t behave the way it’s supposed to. Every emotion arrives as flavor, weight, or surface; some lift, some drop, all of them unavoidable.

What most people feel as anxiety, this track experiences as hue, taste, texture, vertigo.
A love affair with sensation.
A body that translates fear into color and doesn’t ask permission first.