This is the Book that helped create Sera Vale's Music

SERA VALE KEEP SHOWING UP – Extended Version – Copyright 10 23 25

I scroll through silence dressed as care,
a thousand echoes, none aware.
Simulated warmth in pixel light,
but no one holds me through the night.

You whisper perfect, riskless grace,
but healing lives in flawed embrace.
I need the tremble, not the script—
the sacred mess we almost skipped.

So I unplug the ghost of ease,
and breathe beneath the data breeze.
My heart still codes in ancient tones,
where presence breaks the algorithm’s bones.

Keep showing up, not just online—
in awkward pause, in crooked sign.
Let friction be the holy spark,
that lights the soul when screens go dark.

I won’t outsource what makes me real,
I’ll feel the ache, I’ll choose to feel.
This song’s a sigil, soft and deep—
for those who scroll but long to weep.

I trace the breath between each line,
a rhythm lost in dopamine design.
But still I hum the sacred tune,
that calls the soul to rise by moon.

Don’t vanish into curated light—
come stutter, stumble, speak what's right.
Your glitch is holy, your lag divine,
your broken voice still sings in time.

So breathe with me, the 4-7-8,
and let the silence recalibrate.
We’re not machines—we pulse, we bend,
we break, we heal, we start again.

Keep showing up, in dusk and dawn,
in texts unsent, in truths withdrawn.
Let every awkward, aching part
be proof you still possess a heart.

I’ll meet you there, beyond the feed,
where ritual answers what we need.
No perfect post, no viral frame—
just breath, just love, just showing up again.