HEARTBREAK

Love played hide-and-seek again - and, of course, lost. Everything seems beautiful: the heavens, evergreen feelings, almost a prayer instead of a confession. But the louder “forever” sounds, the faster the air runs out. Too many questions for the gods and too few answers for each other. And now it's no longer love, but a philosophical experiment: how much faith does it take not to notice that it's fake?

It's painful, but beautiful. Like jeans that you pull on again and again until the fabric gives way and scars appear on your knees. The heart goes into the wash again - without the delicate cycle, of course.