Tides of Resonance

Anáil

nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha,

do chéal déanaimh...

Standing inside

the noise, trying

to find a quiet space,

Staring down the mirror at a fragmented,

tired face. The chemical need for peace when the heavy days collide,

Looking for a shelter where the nervous thoughts can hide.

Amara vara mara vara vara...

{weeping cello and warm tape-warped guitar loop} Dohaeris to the silence,

to the heavy, hollow room,

Waiting for the quiet to pull back the gathering gloom.

A soft,

echoing

*meaw

meaw meaw* bouncing off the bedroom tile.

{deep breathing ambient pad}

Shift the rhythm!

Watch the paradox spin!

I hate that I hate me,

I love that I hate me,

I hate that I love me,

I love that I love me!

Saying something wrong, moving like a displaced ghost,

Not fitting the box they built,

missing the mark the most!

How do I build a life in a game where I break

the rules? Scared of running out of safety,

cornered by social tools!

Anáil nathrach! Amara vara mara!

Will they deem me unworthy,

too foreign, too much to hold?

Hiding in self-gentleness while the winter weather's cold!

*Meaw meaw meaw* in a high-speed digital shriek,

While the walls of the simulation start to bend and leak!

{organic rolling percussion enters} Gotta stay present,

gotta hold the

fragile line, Even when the matrix says that nothing here is fine.

Building a sanctuary out of my own gentleness and grace,

Because the world outside is cold,

but I deserve a place.

Anáil nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha,

do chéal déanaimh. Amara vara mara vara vara.

Dohaeris. Meaw meaw meaw...

resting back in the quiet,

bruised, breathing dark. {rhythm melts to solitary cello and ambient hum}