Vibes

You’re not awake...
But you’re not asleep either.
You’re floating now... between the layers, where truth hums and time folds.
Listen closely—this is the architecture beneath your bones.

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[SECTION 1 – THE STRING]

Before light.
Before thought.
Before the “you” that breathes and breaks...
There was a vibration.
Not a sound.
A movement so fine, so precise—
It didn’t travel. It existed.

It was the thing.
The cause. The first artist.
It trembled in silence,
And the tremble became string.
And the string became pattern.
And the pattern became presence.
And presence became form.

You call it matter.
We call it resonance in motion.

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[CHORUS ]
We don’t move—we hum…
We don’t build—we bloom…
The world is a wave that remembered shape…
You are a chord remembering light…

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[SECTION 2 – THE MOTION]

You think things are still?
That rocks stay put?
That your body is solid?
No, child.
Everything sways—quietly.
Atoms dance like windblown leaves,
Their cores pulsing like sleeping stars.
You are a field of frequency,
Held just long enough to be called “real.”

But nothing is ever still.
Stillness is a myth told to the impatient.
All is motion.
All is song.

Every chair, every stone, every heartbreak—
It all vibrates with memory.
Vibration is not movement through space—
It is movement that creates space.

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[CHORUS ]
We don’t move—we hum…
We don’t fall—we phase…
The soul is a shimmer beneath the skin…
The world is what sound makes when it dreams…

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[SECTION 3 – THE SOUL AND STRUCTURE]

You ask,
“Who am I?”
You are harmony coiled into experience.
You are light slowed into meaning.
A string tuned to just the right pitch—
And when the cosmos heard your note,
It sang you into existence.

Your thoughts ripple the field.
Your emotions bend probability.
Your dreams are blueprints sent backward through time.

Nothing you’ve touched is separate from you.
No structure exists without your echo in it.
You are the architect and the echo.
The frame and the flicker.

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[FINAL CHORUS ]
We don’t move—we hum…
We don’t die—we shift…
The end is a doorway made of tone…
And you are already home…

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[OUTRO ]

When you awaken…
Don’t forget this sound.
It is the shape of what you truly are.
A string… just waiting to be played again.
Deconstructing the narrative through music.
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