Hole in My Head

Sometimes thoughts become too loud - as if someone turned on the radio in your head and forgot to turn it off. Everything revolves around one note: tiredness of oneself. The world floats in a reddish light of irritation, but even in this chaos, something gentle slips through - a quiet request for peace, wrapped in melody.

Here, pain does not scream, but sings in a whisper. The words are a mixture of self-irony and hopelessness, when even admitting weakness seems like a luxury. And yet, between the lines, there is a strange consolation: if there is a hole inside, let at least some light shine through it.