I dance on a tightrope, in uncertain balance,
Between euphoria and abysses, between storms and quiet calms.
The days go by, each dyed a different hue,
Yet every dawn brings a different mood.
One day I’m flying, my soul in jubilation,
The next, I sink into sadness without a destination.
The stars are my guides, sometimes far too bright,
They light up my nights, but make them dangerous with light.
The silence screams the truths I try to outrun,
Yet my heart keeps beating between two infinities as one.
I am this living paradox, this being in transition,
Forever drifting between excess and reason,
Searching in every heartbeat, in every breath I take
For peace, for respite, for a space where harmony can wake.
I am neither my shadow, nor only my light,
I am all of these contrasts, this singular dance in flight,
A whole, complex being, in endless transformation,
And it’s inside this chaos that I find my creation.
I weave my days between the moon and the sun,
In this fragile sway, I seek the awakening to come:
To accept that these poles are both part of me,
And that they sketch the very essence of my path, my destiny
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
I dance on a tightrope, in uncertain balance,
Between euphoria and abysses, between storms and quiet calms.
The days go by, each dyed a different hue,
Yet every dawn brings a different mood.
One day I’m flying, my soul in jubilation,
The next, I sink into sadness without a destination.
The stars are my guides, sometimes far too bright,
They light up my nights, but make them dangerous with light.
The silence screams the truths I try to outrun,
Yet my heart keeps beating between two infinities as one.
I am this living paradox, this being in transition,
Forever drifting between excess and reason,
Searching in every heartbeat, in every breath I take
For peace, for respite, for a space where harmony can wake.
I am neither my shadow, nor only my light,
I am all of these contrasts, this singular dance in flight,
A whole, complex being, in endless transformation,
And it’s inside this chaos that I find my creation.
I weave my days between the moon and the sun,
In this fragile sway, I seek the awakening to come:
To accept that these poles are both part of me,
And that they sketch the very essence of my path, my destiny
