Milion kilometrów

The world spins like a cracked record - some people hear loud music, others hear static. Lights shine in the windows, some people pray, some are simply awake, and some are walking home in the morning air, their thoughts refusing to be silenced. Everything seems familiar: a mother who worries, a brother who waits, a house where the walls have heard more than the people. But inside, there is a slight break, as if every day you have to learn to live anew. The city sleeps, but it is not peace - it is a pause between misfortune and hope, while somewhere, someone still believes that tomorrow they will not be consumed by words.