STO TYSIĘCY ŁEZ

Sometimes the metropolis weighs you down not with traffic jams, but with the silence between windows. Everything seems to be in its place - work, rhythm, coffee to go - but thousands of images crowd your head, as if they weren't taken by you. Flashes, airports, someone nearby, someone gone - and now your memory has turned into a hard drive with no free space. You just want to disappear from the map, catch someone else's sky, and feel something again, even just a little. Because love is not a contract, but a breath of air after a storm. And even if the city knows you better than you know yourself, you can still turn off the lights, log off the network, and allow yourself to not be strong for a little while.