rehab

Sometimes love resembles not a romance, but a prolonged hangover. First, there is a slight euphoria, then tremors, insomnia, and an acute desire to hide in the washing machine, just so you don't have to feel anything. Everything seems beautiful: the skin, the glamour, the speed, a little vibe from the track where ‘life is like a music video.’ But inside, there are cracks from the too-loud ‘forever.’

Here, love does not heal, but accelerates the pulse to the limit. Each verse is like another dip into the same river where you already drowned. And yet it pulls you in. Because it is impossible to break away from this most destructive, most unnecessary love. Even when you know it's time for rehab.