Nic Nie Czuję

Sometimes feelings fade away quietly - without drama, without slamming doors, they just stop sounding. Everything seems the same as before: the same looks, the same words, but inside - silence. No pain, no joy, no desire to argue. And it feels even colder because of that. You start missing not the person, but the feeling of being alive itself - that electricity under your skin when everything makes sense. But instead of a spark, all that remains is the habit of looking for people like yourself, hoping that someone else's heart still beats to a rhythm that has long been forgotten.