Tape Tearover

Searching for faces in the passing crowd,

Calling out a whisper where the world is loud.

Main character energy in an unwritten scene,

Living in the spaces that exist between.

Tiguidou… the phantom stays,

A quiet nostalgia through the Montreal haze.

Substrate equation, two paths untied,

Loving the ghost on the other side.

Tiguidou…

the atmosphere clears, Missing a stranger through all of the years.

Cold cup of coffee on a corner bench,

A language of shadows that I cannot quench.

Vagus nerve project, signal so faint,

Painting a portrait that I’ll never paint.

No cap, two orbits in a broken grid,

Wondering what the hidden timeline did.

Are you real, or a trick of the light?

A paper lantern drifting through the night.

We never touched, we never said a word—

The sweetest song that I have never heard.

Parallel lines… Unwritten theme… Missing a stranger… inside of the dream.

System reset.

Tiguidou.