Gdzie mój dom?

Sometimes reality suddenly loses its contours, and familiar things begin to sound hollow, as if from under water. It seems alive, but inside it is empty, like an apartment after a move: the walls are still standing, but they no longer belong to anyone. Even the mirror responds with a stranger's gaze. It seems that the body moves on its own, and the consciousness simply observes how someone else breathes, speaks, blinks.

This song is like the beating of a heart on medication and the echo of a question with no addressee: where is that corner where you can just be, without justifying yourself, without picking yourself up piece by piece. A prayer without faith, a request without an address, a dream that won't let go. And in the midst of all this, a tiny movement towards: “złap mnie za dłoń” - not as romance, but as a last attempt to stay alive, even for a second.