Cortisol Is Now a Midnight Vibe (no. 10)

Always in alarm mode. Always on the run. Reading every silence like it’s aimed at someone. Welcome to the sanctuary of the uperfekte, ladies and gentlemen. Life is fucking Fellini And the circus is leaving town. Life is my soul workshop! What gives me a spark is what makes me dance! To sing! To create! To ignite! To be ALIVE! Not pretty! Not quiet! Not small! The wild woman archetype’s strength is the dance of transformation! We are the savages! Howl! Rumble! Renewal! If you have been called unruly, rebellious, or wrong— Then you are doing the right thing, professor! Learning the shape of a quiet kind of war, Breathing like the room is never secure anymore. They rewrote the story, turned it inside out, Made the wound look holy when they talked about it. Told me I was broken. Told me I was the fault. So I carried their silence like it was my own pulse. Strategies in soft words... control dressed as care. Smiles that don’t land fully... something missing there. Hiraeth in my body, longing for a home. That never really held me! Never was my own! I am the container for what they could not hold. But the container is melting! The circuit is cold! E-scape... E-scape... E-scapegoat! ...Cut the wires. ARK CLAN! SCAR CLAN! Welcome to the tribe! We turn the cortisol into a midnight vibe! E-scapegoat breaking free, cutting wires we couldn’t see! No more echo, no more role, no more shape you stole! Nothing is new, just repetition in new packaging, But the fallen flowers are rising, and the soundtrack is beautiful! I stand on the shoulders of an old woman, Who stood on the shoulders of an even older woman, Who survived fire, wars, cold, births, loss, and gods. Keeping me in orbit, close enough to pull, Far enough to call it something natural? No way, sweetie. The family photograph stays balanced without me. I am the river, not the stone. And I am still becoming my own home. I sit in the forest in the night. Under the moon. At sunrise. And when I am cold, I put the cape on in my soul. It warms me. For it is clothed in my entire life. I was the stain. I was the target inside your name. But I am not the ending of your game. In the quiet, I can see... There is no home... but me. ARK CLAN! SCAR CLAN! Let the ledger burn! From the hypocritical lecture hall, there is no return! Fuck-ti-bug-Philosophy, version 5.0! Ditch the stupid human mind, let the wildness grow! Stress becomes source code, pain becomes a beat, The Scar Tribe is dancing in the middle of the street! The courtroom is closed. The reflection is humanity. Not erased. But I no longer owe. I belong to the Ark Clan now. Completely objective. Completely free.