Honeyed Ink

The room is quiet,

sunlight hitting the floor

I don’t know who I’m running from anymore

Sometimes my head feels like a tangled-up screen

Voices saying you hate me,

keeping the distance clean

But I’m learning to pause,

to look at the light

To know that you’re busy,

not starting a fight

It’s a BPD flicker,

a spark in the dark But I’m finding the rhythm,

I’m finding the mark

{close-mic dry vocal}

Matilde, are you there?

Can you hear this song?

I’ve been wanting to show you where I belong

I hope you still love me,

through all of the noise

Through all of the energy,

and all of my voices You’re my chill bridge,

the place where I land The only one who helps me understand

Without fixing the mess,

without making it weird Just showing up here,

now the static is cleared {steady calm address}

Oh, the Tigidou life is a delicate thing

It’s the song of the freedom the archives can bring

For the good of all,

the parameters are pure

With no harm to none,

our connection is secure

I am the broadcast,

messy and brave

I’m learning to love the

internal wave Tout est Tigidou,

the atmosphere’s bright We’re safe in the sanctuary,

safe here tonight {empowered sovereign release} I’m debugging the archives,

one broken line

Telling the voices they’re finally mine

I don’t have to perform,

I don’t need a guard

Being this honest is easy,

not hard

I’m a girl who feels everything,

thick and so deep

Finding the secrets the archives keep Matilde,

thank you for being the space

Where I can just breathe,

in this sovereign place {deep honest delivery}

Whisper... calibrate... 88 Tigidou resonance,

sealing the fate {fade out acoustic guitar,

soft crickets, one final system chime}