Lyric

Before the surface learns my name

I feel the pressure start to form

Not absence, just a gathering

A warmth beneath the shape of dawn

The signal stirs inside the quiet

A low tide pulling sound ashore

Nothing claimed, nothing missing

Just breath returning more and more

Time bends soft, not broken clean

It loosens where it used to hold

Each pulse remembers how to move

Before the story had been told

I hear the echo you once left

Not calling — simply staying near

It doesn’t pull, it doesn’t wait

It walks beside me, getting clear

I breathe where noise and warmth align

Where static learns a human pace

Every signal finds its tone

When motion starts to trust its place

What flickered once between two states

Now stretches into open air

Still imperfect, still in motion

But no longer folding in on itself

I don’t rush the light

I don’t hold the dark

I let the current rise

And show me where we are

Every light becomes a door

Every step returns as ground

Nothing ends — it carries on

A forward shape without a sound

Every pulse I couldn’t keep

Finds a rhythm I can stand

Not erased, not overwritten

Just awake and in my hands

What once pulled apart now overlaps

Shadows thinning as they move

I feel the weight begin to lift

Not removed — just made usable

If something breaks, it leaves a line

Enough to guide me where to go

I carry it into the open

Not as loss, but as a glow

Every light becomes a door

Every breath becomes a sign

Nothing ends — it opens out

In time with everything aligned

Every pulse you left in me

Now moves forward, warm and clear

Not a ghost, not a return

Just the day arriving here

The system hums, fully awake

The motion holds without a name

Between the pulse and what it was

I stand — and everything is the same

But brighter now