Tender Skin Bloom

(Soft acoustic guitar plucking a wandering pattern)

(Low warm sub-bass hum)

(Soft whisper - Left Ear)

Do you ever feel like the skin you're in

Was built for someone else to step right in?

Looking down at hands that don't quite feel like mine

Trying to read the map of a broken-down design

They handed you a script before you learned to speak Assigned you

to a role to keep the system sleek But the mirror shows

a stranger with a quiet,

knowing stare Asking how you got so lost inside a life you

didn't swear

(Strings swell softly, ticking clock rhythm) You didn't break the mold—you melted

down the glass To build a brand new form where your true

self could pass! Word of words,

word... Word, word, word...

Meow, meow, meow, meow,

meow—let the real self bow!

And this is for the ones who never fit the frame

Who looked into the mirror and refused to claim the name

We’re all just electric current dancing in the dark Connecting through the

static by a shared,

unspoken spark If you feel a little weird,

if you feel a little strange Just remember that the cosmos is

a constantly shifting range You’re not alone in the crowd,

you're not alone in the dark We’re singing your exact story out

loud. They wanted tidy definitions pinned up on a board

They didn't want the poetry you quietly restored You built your own

identity from fragments of the mind Leaving all the societal assumptions far

behind

(Complete audio collapse. Room tone and breathing) Is it voices?

Is it data? Is it just the human hum?

Words of words for words delivered as words of forty-one...

Words of forty-two... And words of

sixty-seven...

We are the same weird pulse...

Meow. (Music fades into gentle acoustic chords) Word of words,

word... Meow meow, meow meow meow...

You're exactly who you're supposed to be.

Everything is tiguidou. (System power-down click)