BAD LOVE

It seems like they promised eternity, but in reality, only silence remains, in which your own “why” sounds loudest. There is anger, longing, and this foolish honesty - when it is impossible to forgive, but even more difficult not to miss. Words get stuck in your throat, resentment argues with memories, and inside, teenage naivety still lives on: believing without proof, loving without insurance, falling without a parachute.

Music carries this contradiction, like the ocean is both stormy and calm at the same time. Sometimes you want to scream, sometimes you want to hide under the covers and pretend that nothing happened. And yet, between the lines, there is a sense of strength - the kind that comes when your familiar world collapses and you have to pick yourself up again. Maybe with trembling hands, maybe with red eyes, but already different.