Broken Static Hearts

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

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)