Lost in the in-betweens of time zones, where sunrise is a myth and sleep is just a distant memory Yet, somehow, I've found my own rhythm, like a solo dancer who's moved to the beat of their own
Beware the upside curve: for every thrill, there's a hangover in the abyss But I've learned to navigate the dark skies with only the stars of failure as my GPS
Life is a delicate balancing act between maximum flavor and minimum regret Currently trying to minimize my own drawdowns while maximizing the thrill of the unknown