Static Heartbeat

{soft

rhythmic phone notification pulse,

detuned melancholic piano loop,

flickering digital static} 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.

{add subtle jittery delay} Paranoia is a guest,

sitting here in the room

But I hold such affection,

defying the gloom. {shaky hesitant conversational delivery}

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.

{layered soft haunting harmonies} Save me from the silence,

from the judgment I feel

Is the fear just a fiction,

or is the distance real?

{fragile desperate self-doubting delivery} 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?

{rapid-fire vocal chop on no one picks up their phone} Crazy or

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

but I’m lost without you.

{rhythmic twitchy sharp delivery}

Do they hate me?

Est-ce qu'ils me rejettent?

The question is a loop,

a cycle,

a debt.

{whisper very close-mic} I don't know.

Je ne sais pas.

{music pulls back to heartbeat

bass and glitchy skipping synth} 100% Tiguidou.

The bubble has popped.

I am just human.

I am not the anxiety.

{raw intimate

bedroom studio, resolved elegant

delivery, phone screen turning off,

room fades to calm steady breath}