Static Heartbeat

I expected a stay,

a pause in the pace

Counting the seconds, the digital space.

Did I repeat the humor?

Did the timing go cold?

I’m parsing the language,

the stories I’ve told.

Paranoia is a guest,

sitting here in the room But I hold such affection,

defying the gloom. Am I losing the tether?

Do they pull back the light?

Solitary spiraling, dead of the night.

The static is screaming,

telling me I’m a strain No signal returns,

just the echo of rain.

Save me from the silence,

from the judgment I feel

Is the fear just a fiction,

or is the distance real?

Watching the bubbles, the rhythmic dance of the ghost Waiting for the

response, the one I want the most.

Hands shaking, the static is loud in my head

What if the silence is the words left unsaid?

Crazy or clarity? I’m drowning in the blue Paranoia is a lie,

but I’m lost without you.

Do they hate me?

Est-ce qu'ils me rejettent?

The question is a loop,

a cycle,

a debt.

I don't know. Je ne sais pas.

100%

Tiguidou.

The bubble has popped.

I am just human.

I am not the anxiety.