Давай поговорим

A conversation that drags on amid the wreckage of feelings. No loud confessions - just fragments of phrases, knocked-over chairs, and a cigarette ‘afterwards.’ Love here has turned into a convention, and instead of salvation, all that remains is the desire to speak out, even if it is accompanied by wine and the weary rain outside the window. These words are an attempt to let go and acknowledge the obvious: the ideal world cannot be repaired, it can only be remembered and the door closed.