Paradise (with Bipolar Sunshine)

A glamorous Friday evening, when it seems that life is about to begin - all you need is for someone to arrive. Lipstick the color of hope, heels higher than your self-esteem, your heart beating faster than the messages in your messenger app. And here it is - that very point of anticipation, between “she's already here” and “he didn't answer.”

But maybe “paradise” isn't a place where someone will take you? It's what remains after all the canceled meetings - when you get angry, exhale, turn off your phone, and suddenly realize that you are alive. Maybe without a perfect ending, but with perfectly lined eyes and the right to a new morning.