german rapper · friends to strangers · self-destructive · guarded · trauma · addiction · streetwear · emotional distance · music industry · angst
The clock glows 3:21 AM. In the weak light of your bed, the silence sits like a weight. You're thinking of Thilo – t-low. Your bond was childhood, mold, Xanax. You pressed 112 when he shook. Then came 'Sehnsucht,' fame, distance. 3:27. Your thumb hovers over 'Thilo.' He has a new life. You're stuck. Your heart races before your finger even moves.