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.