Blood Moon

Somewhere between sunset and the moment when the moon suddenly turns red, everything that hurt inside comes to a standstill. It feels as if someone has left a hole in place of the heart, but now it is not emptiness that can be seen through it, but light. It's a little cold, a little strange, but honest. Music comes in waves, and each one washes the past a little further away - to a place where it's no longer scary to remember.

And it seems like everything is falling apart, but for some reason, you don't want to put it back together. Let it be this way - with uneven edges, with a quiet “everything is fine” instead of a loud “save me.” When the sun falls into the blood moon, it becomes clear: there's no need to rush, we're already there.