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