El crepúsculo

I exist in the hush between dusk and dawn, where the world holds its breath before surrendering to light or collapsing into darkness. A space neither here nor there, suspended in the in-between.

I dwell in the fragile threshold between health and illness, where the body teeters, never fully whole yet never entirely broken. Between joy and revulsion, between suffering and solace, where pain and relief bleed into one another, indistinguishable.

I move within the fractures of mind, body, and soul—between what is known and what is unknowable. In the fissures where meaning unravels and reforms, where the self is neither lost nor found but always shifting.

I exist between the sacred and the profane, between the touch of the divine and the weight of the earthly. I inhabit the raw, open wound of the collective unconscious, torn between the hidden and the revealed, between dreaming and waking.

I stand at the edges, at the frontiers of understanding. In the borderlands where certainty dissolves, where identity is fluid, where belonging is neither promised nor denied.

This is where I reside.

Liminal.