BAD LOVE

It seems like they promised eternity, but in reality, all that remains is silence, in which your own ‘why’ sounds the loudest. There is anger, longing, and this foolish honesty - when it is impossible to forgive, but even more difficult not to miss. Words get stuck in your throat, resentment argues with memories, and inside, adolescent naivety still lives on: believing without proof, loving without insurance, falling without a parachute.

The music carries this contradiction, like an ocean storm and calm at the same time. Sometimes you want to scream, sometimes you want to hide under the covers and pretend that nothing happened. And yet, between the lines, there is a feeling of strength - the very strength that comes when your familiar world collapses and you have to pick yourself up again. Let your hands tremble, let your eyes be red, but let them be different.