THE REVO

Somewhere between silence and explosion, a strange calmness is born. The heart seems to tune in like an old radio, picking up noise, fragments of light, its own voice, which finally decides to speak. A small revolution is taking place in my head: not loud, without posters, but with such a stubborn desire to break free from yesterday.

Everything around me seems clean, almost sterile: only the wind and a slight hum inside, like before dawn. Old fears still cling to my feet, but they no longer hold me back - I want too much to step into this new day and declare it my second birth. Without fanfare, without an audience. Just moving forward - sacred, quiet, but unconditionally real.