Je ne peux pas tout porter.
I can’t be the architecture for every soul.
To whom do you reach when the silence is absolute?
I curate the solutions,
the logic, the pursuit.
I reject the trauma,
I try to resolve the pain,
But I’m eroding my own heart,
walking in your rain.
I fear the outcome,
the aging, the weight,
I’m anchored to a crisis that I didn’t
create.
I am not the foundation for every scattered mind.
I answer at the midnight hour,
leaving myself behind. I need the courage to sever,
to let the connection fray,
I’m dying to keep you,
and I’m losing the day.
Everything to everyone, the martyr’s hollow prize.
I’m sacrificing the limit,
beneath the static skies.
I’m done with the solve.
J'arrête le sauvetage.
I am human. Je ne suis pas un barrage.
I am not the everything.
100% Tiguidou. The weight is released.
I am reclaiming my own breath.