MOJE BIAŁASY

The shine of heels, loud laughter, the scent of expensive perfume - and somewhere beneath it all, fatigue. The kind that cannot be hidden even under the thickest layer of make-up. He is armoured in bravado and disguise, with a habit of speaking harshly so as not to hear his own pain. She is beautiful, with a broken heart that no longer believes that the morning can begin any other way than with a hangover of feelings.

But when the beat kicks in, everything falls into place: surrounded by friends, those who don't ask ‘how are you’ because they already know the answer. There is no need for excuses or tenderness here - just a code of honour, a little flex and a high five when you meet. The world may be going to hell, but as long as your friends are around, it stands steady.