WAIT I HAVE AN ACTUAL AESTHETIC: the feeling of coming out of the theater at midnight after seeing a broadway show
this is titled august wilson i miss youΒ
itβs a bright heartache, a bittersweet melody, the moment your lungs meet the midnight air.
echoes of past stage doors vibrate through the concrete, and the lingering screamsΒ Β push you away sooner than you wish
the pulse of the great white way guides you through the veins of the city and where 52nd becomes quiet, 7th lights up, like an electric heart saying, itβs okay; you never left.
send me an aesthetic and iβll write u a maybe okay poem







