Tape-Saturated Breakdown

Tearing down the mirrors where your judgment used to lean,

Washing off the makeup from a staged and scripted scene.

Main character energy, no permission left to ask,

Stepping out of shadow as I drop the heavy mask.

Tiguidou…

the tether breaks, Reclaiming every choice and every risk my spirit takes.

Substrate equation, the authentic frequency,

Living for the vision that was always meant for me.

Tiguidou… the sky clears out,

Floating through the silence of your quiet,

faded doubt.

Montreal breeze cutting through the summer heat,

Walking down Saint-Laurent on my own two feet.

Fibromyalgia flare, but I carry my own weight,

No cap, I’m the author laying down my own fate.

Unbothered by the noise,

leaving legacy behind, Resting in the clarity of my unburdened mind.

I don't need your stamp to know the value of my art,

Or your blueprint to navigate the rhythm of my heart.

You wanted a canvas you could color and control— I’m an ocean

deep and wide, and I am fully whole.

Script destroyed…

Stage

belongs to me… Unburdened air…

System reset. Tiguidou.