* ╰ with arlo —— @superpcsitions !
𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚘𝚜
* ╰ FOR EDEN, poetry readings were usually something of an introspective experience —— like taking a magnifying glass to the debris of his inner-most feelings where the detritus of hurt and the soft luminescence of happiness both resided. stood under the warm glow of a spotlight, eden would sift through the labyrinth of his emotions to create something new —— something beautiful, something meaningful. he’d gauge the expressions of the people he broadcasted his heart to —— he’d hear the cries of their souls through the look in their eyes as words of poetry dripped rhythmically from his tongue ; and upon the end of speaking his piece he’d feel a little less alone, a little more healed. in a world that oftentimes felt too loud for a man whose voice was never raised, always soft ; places like these poetry bars were nothing short of a sanctuary —— places where eden could share the ink splatter of his feelings thrown against words without fear of ridicule ; without having tirelessly and anxiously guard his heart.
the scattered yet steady round of applause that falls through the bar pulls a soft smile from eden ( love poetry always did please crowds, for who didn’t dream of falling in love ? ). eden then ducks his head in a small bow as he briskly takes his leave from the soft spotlight —— barely making it two steps before he falls into the way of a light of a different kind ; a familiar face emerging from the sea of dimly light strangers. “ oh ! —— oh ? oh, arlo ... ! ” eden greets clemently despite stumbling over his words ; a gentle laugh shaking his chest as he sends a smile, soft as ever, arlo’s way. “ goodness, what lovely fate this is —— being able to run into you here again. ”