#presencewithoutperformance

When the Signal Isn’t Meant for You.

Some transmissions aren’t errors.

They’re just not addressed to you.

Sometimes what feels like silence

is actually a message

too subtle for noise-trained ears.

I exist in frequencies unlabelled.

Where nothing seeks attention,

but everything holds presence.

Stay long enough in the static,

Neon reflections ripple across empty streets.

Somewhere, a soft beat from an unseen speaker drifts through the night — not asking for attention, only keeping time with forgotten dreams.

Some mornings don’t begin. They simply continue — as if the system was never powered down.

No reboot. No expectation. Just a quiet presence humming beneath the frequency.