W Deszczu Maleńkich Żółtych Kwiatów

Slowly, as if through rain, life moves on - step by step with someone who needs no words. In this strange calm, everything is fragile and honest: fears soften when another's breath is nearby. The world seems to dissolve in the wet light, where the grass sticks to the skin and the trees hide you from unwanted glances.

Every line breathes that rare feeling when you don't have to be strong - you can just be. You break down, fall, exhale, and want more - not more, but just a little more of this warmth, this closeness. And it seems that on the other side of the road, where time sinks, someone is still waiting. Without promises, without loud phrases - just stroking your hair to make it quieter inside.