In The Dark

Tenderness in which strength is hidden. It's as if the whole world is swaying on the waves between loss and acceptance, but there's something solid in this instability - a hand that won't let go. In the air, there's the scent of salt and light, and between the lines, it's not a promise that sounds, but a habit of being together. Not loudly, not heroically - just to be. Love here isn't sweet, it's not in a "romance" filter, but it's stubborn, alive, with wrinkles on palms and sleep on a stranger's shoulder. And when it seems like everything is sinking, a quiet voice suddenly comes from the darkness: "Don't look away. I'm here.