Under a leaden sky where thoughts flow like an endless river

Under a leaden sky where thoughts flow like an endless river, I wonder what it matters if I collapse, when I've been falling for an eternity, the world crumbles too, bleeding everywhere, from all corners, just like I am, lost in my own infinite descent. Let me fall, let me shatter into a thousand pieces, again and again, under the gaze of hope trembling in the corners of my eyes, maybe when I rise this time, maybe... I'll manage to understand the chaotic dance of the universe. In my fall, I find a bittersweet release, a silent poetry that writes itself among the shadows of thoughts, and in every fragment of a broken dream, in every whisper of the wind, hope extends its trembling hands, promising a new beginning. Perhaps this time, I'll decipher the mysteries of the night, perhaps I'll see the stars not as distant points, but as beacons lighting the way to oneself, while the earth, like an old friend, whispers ancient stories to me. The fall becomes a dance, a ballad of the soul that refuses to be silent, and in the depths of the abyss, I find a light that cannot be extinguished, a spark of life that pulses with every heartbeat, the promise that, no matter how many times I fall, I will rise again.