No creo en Dios

It's warm, as if the sun had accidentally slipped through a gap in the curtain and decided to stay. The air smells of coffee and something unspoken, something that once hurt but now only warms. Dance instead of pray, move instead of repent, and let the whole world wait while the steps on the floor erase the remnants of yesterday's doubts. The music seems to say: you don't need miracles if you can just breathe. Let the frozen skin remember what it's like to feel. In every chord, a challenge to the cold, in every breath, a little "I live." And when the last chorus plays, it becomes clear: forgiveness isn't needed by those who have learnt to dance in the midst of a storm.