Point of View

My breath is stuck between “goodbye” and “wait” - and suddenly it turns out that the fear of death can be a teacher of life. A combination of trepidation and tenderness: childhood yearns, adulthood worries, and somewhere in the corner, the heart's metronome ticks peacefully. The request to understand love from a different perspective sounds like a diary entry - honest, a little awkward, and very human. The voice seems to change perspective: first, everything is in close-up - tears, doubts, confessions - then it blurs and shows that being a bird of joy is as real as trembling from loss. It's warm, almost homely, and with a touch of irony: love here is not an ideal, but a craft that requires attention and mutual practice.