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I keep my balance
On broken light
Counting seconds
Till I ignite
I paint a smile
Across the night
Hold it steady
Too tight, too bright
Every step I fake
Every breath I borrow
I don’t fall today
I’ll fall tomorrow
Spin me higher
Don’t let go
If I stop
I’ll break below
I’m hanging from the ceiling of my mind
Crystal gravity, pulling me alive
Swinging where the truth can’t reach my eyes
If I let go
I won’t survive
I’m hanging from the ceiling of my soul
Shining just enough
To hide the fall
If I let go
I lose it all
Glittered silence
In crowded rooms
All this noise
Just to mute the truth
I drink the moment
Till it’s gone
I stay moving
To feel strong
No tomorrow
In this glow
Only now
Only slow
Spin me higher
Past the fear
If I stop
You’ll see me clear
I’m hanging from the ceiling of my mind
Crystal gravity, pulling me alive
Swinging where the truth can’t reach my eyes
If I let go
I won’t survive
Don’t ask me
How I feel
I don’t know
What is real
Hold the light
Hold the sound
Keep me up
Off the ground
Higher
Higher
Don’t let go
I’m hanging
I’m hanging
When the light goes
I disappear
Still swinging
Still here
The idea#
Balance held on broken light; a smile painted across the night too tight, too bright. The speaker fakes steps, borrows breath, postpones the fall to tomorrow. “Crystal gravity” names a beautiful physics of self-suspension—hanging from the ceiling of mind and soul, shining just enough to hide the drop.
Crowded rooms fill with glittered silence; noise mutes truth; motion is mistaken for strength. Trance’s upward pull becomes the metaphor’s literal engine: spin me higher, don’t let go. If the light goes, disappearance threatens—and still the figure swings, still here. Vulnerability dressed as luminescence: not confession for its own sake, but the cost of staying aloft.
