drunk text

There are memories that are on the tip of your tongue. It was almost said - but you freeze, swallow it down, and the moment is lost in the noise of fireworks. Then night, a phone in hand, a half-drunk boldness, words flashing on the screen that might have changed everything. But the "delete" button is closer than "send." And life goes on as usual: dates change, but inside, the same dialogue that never happened continues. It seems like you can experience feelings silently - but no, they still seep between the lines, into unfunny jokes, into drawn-out conversations, into that very shiver when you meet. A song about the unspoken, the postponed, and the almost happened. About the fear of destroying the little that already exists - and about the foolish hope that the other person will figure it out themselves. In the end, all that remains is a slight aftertaste of regret and a strange warmth: it means it wasn't all in vain after all.