Moves on

Start with me, the scene turns on. Breathe with me, the world moves on. Neon on skin, hair in the wind. What? Phone says, "Caio Luca," I walk in. Ah. Nothing too loud. Everything clear. Clear. I set the color. You set the gear. Gear. Footsteps align. Heartbeat calm. Calm. Soft is the power inside my palm. Palm. Hold for a beat. Beat. Let it arrive. Name what you are. Watch it come alive. Alive. Start with me, The scene turns on. On. Breathe with me. The world moves on. I don’t chase light, I am the the tone. You frame the shot, I make it home. Turns on, turns on. Turns on, turns on. Turns on, turns on. Minutes like sand. Slip if run, I choose the moment instead of The sprint. Not here for perfect, here for true. Less is the more that cuts right through. I take one step, color returns. Fear fades out. Out. Confidence burns. Hold, release. One breath, more peace. Still then move. This is the proof. Start with me. The scene turns on. Breathe with me. Oh. The world moves on. I don’t chase light, I am the tone. I You frame the shot, I make it home. Turns on, turns on. On, turns On. Turns on, turns on. On. Start. Breathe. Scene On.