Неразумевање / Unspoken

There are accidents on the road. And there are accidents in love. In both cases, we’re usually convinced we did everything right: slowed down in time, watched the other vehicles, obeyed the signals. And then, despite it all — impact. Sometimes soft. Sometimes harsh. Sometimes barely noticeable, yet enough to

The irony is that we often grow the most tired from trying to prove our worth. And then, one day, we stop proving anything. We just listen. To silence. Some conversations never begin. Some end before they find a voice. And some — the most important ones — happen in silence. Silence

There’s an invisible race that pushes us to be more than we are. Smarter. Stronger. More capable. More experienced. And as we grow in that direction, we don’t notice how far we drift from ourselves. Because in the pursuit of “more,” we often lose what was — enough. We

Some silences don't come to bring peace — but to conceal chaos. They are not calm — they are a hiding place. These are the silences that slip in between two people when there's no courage left to say what already hangs in the air. When truth no

We’re taught to be correct. To avoid mistakes. To know. To be composed. And so, little by little, we start choosing safety over life. Instead of getting confused — we smile. Instead of making a mistake — we fall silent. Instead of saying “I don’t know” — we change the subject.

There are moments when a touch, instead of drawing us nearer, awakens something that had been carefully locked away. It doesn’t happen because the touch was wrong — but because it was true. And too close. So close that it bypasses logic and strikes straight at what once loved — and