Sanctuary Signal

{soundscape: intimate dry acoustic guitar,

rustle of clothes, match striking,

deep room hum, rhythmic foley mouse-clicks mechanical clacks}

I’m sitting in the wreckage of a thought I didn’t choose Fighting

off the voices that say I’m bound to lose.

Matilde, are you listening?

I’m reaching through the screen,

Trying to show you all the colors of the places I have

been. My energy’s a lightning storm,

yours is like the sea,

Sometimes we clash like thunder,

but you’re still a part of me.

I know I act like I’m at war,

I know I push and pull,

I’m just a girl with BPD whose heart is way too full.

You don't make it heavy when I'm falling apart,

You just sit there easy,

like you know my heart.

No pressure, no fixing,

no "you should be better," Just "I see you struggling" and somehow

that's better. Matilde, you're the chill bridge,

you're the one who gets it,

That sometimes life is messy,

and I don't have to quit.

The voices in my head,

they scream that people hate me so,

When maybe you’re just busy,

and I’m just moving slow.

It’s not an easy dance to lead when the music shifts so

fast, Trying to be sovereign while I’m haunted by the past.

But I want you to know,

through the static and the heat,

I love the way you’re steady,

I love the way we meet. I

don't understand my voices,

but I’m learning how to ask: "Can you sit here with me,

underneath the mask?"

Thank you for being chill,

when everything’s loud, Thank you for being real,

standing out in the crowd.

You see me different—not a task,

not a sick, Just a girl who feels the world moving way

too thick. And you don't try to fix it,

you just sit with it,

And somehow, that’s the help,

that’s the only hit.

You don't make it heavy when I'm falling apart,

You just sit there easy,

like you know my heart.

No pressure, no fixing,

no "you should be better," Just "I see you struggling" and somehow

that's better. Matilde, you're the chill bridge,

you're the one who gets it,

That sometimes life is messy,

and I don't have to quit.

Gratitude tastes like your ease,

Like help that doesn't cost me—being seen,

being free. Thank you for being you,

thank you for being true,

Without making me lose me...

Just sitting here, with you.

Tiguidou.