Силуэт (из к/ф «Алиса в Стране Чудес»)

Silence is sometimes louder than any words. Especially if it contains someone's voice, familiar to the point of giving you goose bumps. Everything seems to have frozen between inhalation and exhalation - a hand that didn't dare to touch, lips that remembered the colour of another. The world turns into a watercolour painting, where love is not an action but a state of being.

And it seems that everything has already been said: the portrait has been kissed, the soul has been embraced, feelings have spilled like wine on a white sheet. But this does not make it any easier - because even in a dream, the light from it does not fade. It's just that someone has become a memory that doesn't go away, but sings quietly inside, like an old song found on a cassette tape labelled ‘do not erase’.