Lantas

There are relationships where common sense is powerless. Everything is clear, everything has been sorted out long ago - who is with whom, who made what promises, and that there will be nothing further. But the heart, that stubborn creature with no sense of self-preservation, still reaches for the fire, even if it knows it will burn. This song is like a quiet evening when the phone is silent, but his voice echoes inside. A little embarrassed, a little sweet. A lost game from the start, but for some reason, I still want to keep playing. Rationality is somewhere outside the door, and inside is that very "pounding your fist on the pillow, but still waiting for a message." And it seems you know that you're only given dreams, but you're still grateful for each and every one of them. Because even an illusion, when it's warm, is sometimes better than emptiness.