Синее небо

Sometimes pain is just a careless movement across glass. One swipe, and a kiss-shaped scratch remains. It would seem that you exhaled everything, let go, and then suddenly somewhere above your head there is that same blue sky again - clear, vast, like a chance to start over.

Love is gone, but it left behind not ruins, but a light trace - like rain after a storm, which smells of renewal. Let happiness not come with that person and not right away, but now there is space in every breath. And even if the heart still quietly rumbles with its inner storm, the sky is already shining ahead. So blue that even sadness under it is somehow beautiful.