Ау

Sometimes it seems as if life passes by in a blur - the hum of clubs, the clinking of glasses, flashes of light, someone laughing, someone arguing, but inside there is still an emptiness. You can lose many things: your wallet, your keys, your headphones... but the worst thing is to lose the person who made all this chaos meaningful. Now it's the same faces, the same songs, but the air seems to have been exhaled. The cry of “Ouch!” flies through the smoke, finding no addressee, dissolving into the bass. And it seems like it's still youth, movement, night, but the heart no longer dances - it searches.