зима

Winter, when the cold is no longer outside, but under the skin. When the snow crunches just like your inner defenses - fragile and delayed. It seems that feelings have frozen to a state of indifference, but you still want warmth, even if only for a couple of minutes, even if only out of pity. “Can I come visit you?” sounds not like a request, but like a last attempt to convince yourself that the world is still capable of being kind.

The music flows slowly, like footsteps on the snow: cautiously, on the verge of fragility with every breath. It contains fatigue, pride, and a strange desire to believe again, even though it is already clear that the dawn that will appear will be the last.