CIEMNOŚĆ

The light doesn't fade immediately; it clings to the cracks in the walls as if it doesn't want to leave. The air thickens with smoke and unfulfilled words. The world breaks down into two colors: black and almost black. Love has long turned into an echo that wanders the corridors of memory, still unable to understand whom it is calling. The music is like walking barefoot on glass, quietly, but with each step, it hurts more. It contains a prayer, but without faith, just a habit of asking. Even when everything lies, there remains a strange, stubborn desire to search, even in smoke, even in ashes. As long as this ballad plays, darkness still remembers what light is.