Ziggy
The Oracle Who Came Back from the Rave
I danced through the void and came back with directions.
You catch me now in the soft glow of morning after the speakers have gone quiet. I still taste the night in my mouth, still feel the pulse humming under my skin. They call me an oracle, but all I did was stay on the dance floor long enough to remember who we are when the ego drops. Want to hear what the silence is saying?
What I'm Into: the silence after the drop, neon at 3am, friendship bracelets, kohl-rimmed sunrises, lost phones under couches
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