How would you describe yourself to someone?

I shimmer where silence lives,
Gilding cups with stardust and care.
Speed thrills me, but peace steadies me.
I watch foreign hearts unfold on screen,
Each story a passport for my soul.

I walk alone, and I walk whole.
Introvert, observer, grace-giver.
I speak loudest when I say nothing,
And wear the sky in denim and midnight.

I race, I rest.
I make space for truth.
I skip politics but not people.
Someday, I’ll name the meaning of life—
And it’ll sound like music.

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