Milion kilometrów

The world spins like a cracked record - some people hear loud music, others hear static. Lights shine in the windows; some people pray, some just lie awake, and others walk home in the morning air, their thoughts refusing to be silenced. Everything seems familiar: a mother who worries, a brother who waits, a house where the walls have heard more than people. But inside, there is a slight break, as if every day you have to learn to live again. The city sleeps, but it is not peace - it is a pause between misfortune and hope, while somewhere, someone still believes that tomorrow they will not be burned by words.