Break The Silence

Sitting inside your own head for too long turns into a vicious circle - it seems like the world outside is alive, but inside there is only the echo of the same thoughts. A repetitive melody of anxiety that no longer heals, but rather adds fuel to an already overheated heart.

Here, the rhythm resembles a fever: it freezes in pauses, then throws you back into a pulsating “heat,” as if someone turned on a red light and forgot to turn it off. Attempts to break free sound like whispers through the noise - late, but still desperately alive.

And in this repetitive mantra, there is a strange consolation: even if it is too late to be saved, there is always the possibility of at least speaking the silence.