Ales vs. Garbage Garden - Tabula Яasa (Hard dance remix)

Spent the morning watching dust dance in the light. Dialed the exposure too far. Blurred the outlines into pale walls. No marks on the windowpane. No steps in the settled dust. Measured the day by the ticking of a hollow room. Wasted hours stacking up. Ceiling: a mere formality. Sands crept from the pillow, barren. Synced every breath to the house’s hush. Became a stranger in familiar flesh. I am Tabula Rasa. Framework of a missed beat. Strummed like a silenced chord. Pitch of a swallowed cry. Ground shifting upward. Light searing through. Empty rooms, no tenants. Vacant, yet somehow stark. Happiness: a bill left unpaid. Feelings: outdated wiring, unplugged. Taking refuge in the edges, lost in the blur. Gauged the unrest in the heavy quiet. A bridge that halts mid-span. Chart with paths marked "void." Unheld hands in the dim. Viewed the display. Pigment sealed in the vial. Rock unshaped. Breath unclaimed. Glitched at the core. Being: On hold. Forgotten toys under the bed. Washed out. The blankness lingers. I am Tabula Rasa. A page never allowed to be written.