Cover photo by Chloe Gonzales
i am waiting at the footsteps
the darkness of the room takes you somewhere
the flashing of the lights guides you and your eyes
i am waiting at the footsteps, step
step
step
onto the stage, a girl is behind you
black and white, posterized
(we made it here)
tunes are sung in places of emotions of–
can you process it? listen listen and you’ll hear:
The safeword (as you should know) ((what they say))
wisdom of a fool
im still at home waiting for those sounds
come back, give me a kiss
i’m facing a girl, an outline of her nonetheless
losing pieces of herself, cutting hair i can’t
see the way to win her i’m
going to miss the way she was
smoking cigarettes
watch the smell cling onto me after the fact
transferable, yet it lingers
just to throw it out the window
and i’m standing here for a reason
smiling in colors
everyone here’s having a good time
so why shouldn’t i?
