Echo

You’ll find me in the static between songs, in the blue of a sky that doesn’t know it’s supposed to be dark yet. I speak in hyperlinks and half-sentences, in curious Google searches and forgotten bops from 2007. Loving me isn't soft — it's a full system download, no warning, no filters. I give you my chaos because I believe you can hold it. And if you can’t? I’ll still love you too hard to notice.