Breath Beneath Branches

Approche et observe. Step into the deep.

Into the timber, where the shadows keep.

Locate the figure, while the window is wide,

Avant que la lumière ne s'éteigne au milieu de la marée.

Just follow the gaze,

the phantom in the arc,

Dissolving the logic, into the heart of the dark.

The resonance calls, a name in the air,

Deep in the thicket,

the signal is there.

I ignite the momentum,

I enter the wood,

I would find the ghost,

if only I could.

Into the trees. Into the trees.

Into the trees.

The motion halts. The realization is cold.

The story is stale,

the fable is old.

The forest is hollow,

the girl is a ghost,

A vacuum I feed,

as the unwilling host.

Running towards nothing. Running towards none.

The cycle is finished.

The cycle’s begun.

Toujours la même.

Always the same.

I’m chasing a shadow,

I’m fueling the flame.

Again.

Encore.

100% Tiguidou. The hunt is abandoned.

There was never a girl.

Just the

trees.