все в мені

It feels like that morning when you didn't sleep all nite - wrapped in a blanket, seemingly safe, but inside everything aches from thoughts that won't quiet down. It doesn't hurt because it broke, but because something is growing inside - between old scars and new attempts to understand yourself. The sound is warm, like breath in the cold, but beneath it is a restless search that never stops. And even when your chest tightens and it feels like the worlds have become confused, deep down, a simple and stubborn desire still pulses: the desire to love, even if it hurts again.