🎵 Les os du silence 🦴

[Chorus] It took me years to understand the breath, Not the one that fills the lungs, But the one that remains after the fall, When nothing holds anymore— Except the name. [Verse 1] I walk through streets with no sidewalks, Where memories crawl like wounded dogs. Every gaze is a splinter, Every absence a frozen fire. I search for phrases like one digs through ruins, Fossil words in the mouth of the wreckage. My heart beats out of sync with the world, Like a drum in a dream turned to ashes. [Bridge] There are silences with bones, They crack when you listen too long. I’ve learned to read the invisible, To decode the scent of the wind When it lies. [Verse 2] I’m made of skin and sighs, Of failed gestures, of unfinished leaps. I’ve loved ghosts, scraps of flesh, Souls that flee the moment you inhabit them. I drank the sky straight from the mist, Thinking it still held a taste of origin. But even dawn runs late, And even light has its own hunger. [Final Chorus] It took me years to speak without noise, To make a shelter of my cracks. Not to heal—just to say: “I might exist, But not the way I was taught to.”