Tape Snap Collapse

Every shadow was a promise we made,

Watching the colors bleed out in the shade.

We hold onto water,

we reach for the flame,

Trying to whisper a forgotten name.

’Cause everything drifts, everything breaks,

It’s the quiet erosion that memory makes.

A breath in the air,

a drop in the sea,

What disappears is what sets us free.

Tiguidou… the silence remains,

We measure the love by the weight of the stains.

Aged paper notes where the ink lost its fight,

Candles that gutter and yield to the night.

An old frequency fading off of the grid,

Hiding the damage the centuries did.

We trade what we were for the skin that we wear,

A room full of ghosts dancing in the cold air.

Maybe the loss isn't theft,

but a trade— The ultimate beauty in things that must fade.

Nothing is broken, it's just shifted form,

A static heart finding its way through the storm.

Footprints dissolved… Ghost of a ghost… What disappears… stays with us most.

System off.