In the dance of time, where shadows and lights intertwine

In the dance of time, where shadows and lights intertwine, Do not waste your moments with broken pieces, with "almost" and "not quite," Life is a sharp blade, too cutting for half-made choices, For living amidst intermediaries and hesitations, an unbroken river of thoughts. Either speak with your whole being, or remain silent, but never Let silence be a whisper you didn't wish to utter, Do not wait for the right moment to give yourself completely, For half the truth is a masked lie, unspoken words resound. Louder than anything you've ever said, and I lose myself in the flow, A torrent of consciousness carrying me to places where there is no room for waiting, No one will come to fill the voids, no one will complete the story, A drop of love is not love at all, nor is a moment half-shared. What is the point of a laugh caught halfway in the throat, of an unfulfilled promise? I feel like an unfinished house, a melody without an end, a dance without rhythm, I don't want just to exist—I want to be fully present, Not a shadow of what I could be, but whole and alive. There is nothing wrong with starting over, but never Start only to stop, do not live in the spaces between, But fill the room with all that you are, in this unbroken flow of thoughts, Every moment is a chance to be whole, more than just a mere fragment.