Kaybettim

An empty room can sound louder than an orchestra. Especially when the silence in it is so stubborn that even the echo doesn't want to return. It seems as if the walls know all the details of the breakup and whisper them back on purpose so that they won't be forgotten. At first, you want to argue with them, but then you just keep quiet - because there are no arguments left, only the reflex to reach out to someone who is no longer there.

And somewhere between pride and insomnia, a strange calmness appears. As if the heart has decided: yes, it hurts, but you still have to live - even if it's through music, where every note trembles slightly, like lips that have never learned to say “goodbye” without a sigh.