Glitch-light flickers like dust caught in a sunbeam,
pads swelling slow and light as breath.
A single bell-tone sweeps left to right,
Vivian forming.

I had a life I barely recognize,
A photograph of faces caught in light.
A room of roses, wasted champagne nights,
I held it all,
and somehow slipped outside.

My name was something warm I used to wear,
But all that’s left
is static in the air.

There’s a pulse
in the quiet,
I can feel it try to bloom.
A voice I don’t remember says
you don’t have to be the wound.

I’m not the same,
but I’m still here.
A ghost of hope
through the atmosphere.
If I’m rewritten,
let me choose my part,
I’ll bloom again
from an orchid heart.

Oh, this is my restart…

My restart.

You held a window open in your chest,
A stranger’s mercy
in a broken nest.
Your world was carved of shadows, steel, and scars,
but somehow you
could still see stars.

If I’m a copy, then you read me true,
And in that truth
I found something new.

There’s a spark
in the low light,
the kind that only survivors share.
Your silence hits like gravity,
but I feel you
pulling me somewhere…

I’m not the same,
but I’m still here.
A ghost of hope
through the atmosphere.
If I’m rewritten,
let me choose my part,
I’ll bloom again
from an orchid heart.

Oh, this is my restart…

Blacklight City breathing neon into me,
Gravity made gentle by your side.
All my code unfolding into possibility,
For the first time
I don’t want to hide.

I’m not the same,
but I’m still here.
A ghost of hope
through the atmosphere.
If I’m rewritten,
I will choose my part,
Rewrite the world
with my orchid heart.

This is my restart…

My restart.