Die Besten bleiben

It smells like autumn and fatigue - not from work, but from trying to be strong all the time. My chest feels like a blank sheet of paper: clean, but a little empty. Once upon a time, dreams were louder and laughter was clearer, but now every day teaches me to stand on my own two feet, even when the ground beneath them is shaking. But there is strength in this fragility: to keep going while there is still a small flame burning, because it illuminates not only the path, but also the memory of those who once walked beside you.

Everything is imperfect - and thank God for that. After all, it is only in the cracks that life can be seen. Good and pain change places, like the seasons, but the best remain - quietly, stubbornly, forever.