My Old Ways

Sometimes the fall doesn't come with a bang, but quietly - like an old friend who has the keys to all the doors. Everything seems to be under control: vows have been made, conclusions have been drawn, life is going according to plan. But blink, and suddenly you've taken a step to the side, one weak “okay, just today”... and everything goes round and round again.

Here you can hear fatigue, reconciled with itself, and sadness, disguised as a beat. It's as if the sins of the past have come out onto the dance floor - beautiful, brazen, painfully familiar. All this is not about weakness, but about humanity: sometimes you need to stumble again to remember where you don't want to return.