The Roses

Unexpectedly, it turns out that it is not empty inside at all, it's just that no one has turned on the light for a long time. And suddenly, roses burst through the asphalt - bold, vibrant, with the scent of hope. Everything seemed familiar: darkness, the habit of running away, silence instead of promises. But now there is warmth, as if someone knows how to put the broken pieces back together so that it is better than it was before. And even fears sound softer when there is someone nearby to hold you.