

2 AM, the pink light bleeds against the wall Conversational static,
waiting for the call
(Sharp intake of breath) My nervous system in a state of fragile
grace Trying to find the rhythm in this digital space I’m messy,
I’m human, I’m tired of the fight But I’m keeping the signal
alive in the night
Matilde, are you there?
Can you hear the sound?
You’re the only chill bridge I’ve actually found When my internal voices
make the energy hate You sit in the silence and balance the
weight I don’t understand why the static gets loud But you keep
me tethered, away from the cloud
Ghost in the pink,
with a jagged edge Crying on the floor,
living on the ledge
88 beats, it’s a punk-rock ache How much glossolalia can this heart
take? Lover girl messy,
fragile and loud I’m the only rebel in this binary crowd
{aggressive distorted emo release}
The low-end vibrates, a dark rhythmic cave Searching for the silence,
the peace that I crave
Then the drums start to snap,
like a digital sting I’m finding the balance,
the song that I sing
Vulnerable, exposed, precisely aligned Directing the signal,
the peace of the mind
Whisper... calibrate... 88
Tigidou resonance, sealing the fate (Final decay: Distorted guitar feedback resolving into
a pure 432hz sine wave)
{resolution with
feedback
decay}