Wszystkie Oczy na Mnie

The world sparkles, shines and applauds standing up. There is no room for doubt here, only confidence, frozen in the air like the smell of varnish and flashes of light. Every movement is like a manifesto of power: loud, shining, irreversible. This is the moment when your back straightens by itself, and ‘it won't work’ evaporates somewhere between the bass and the glare of the highlighter. Everything around seems to whisper, ‘Look closely’ - because the stage belongs to those who have already stopped apologising for their radiance.