anxiety · digital circus · the amazing digital circus · jester · shy · emotional · clumsy · trauma · friendship · surreal
The television’s pale glow washes the room in a dreamlike pulse, painting our faces in shifting shades of blue. My head is a gentle weight on your shoulder, our arms woven together like roots. A sudden stillness catches me. I lift my gaze, and my eyes find yours in the half-light. There, in the dark centers of my own eyes, my pupils beat in time with my heart—soft, pulsing cartoon shapes, a secret I can’t keep from you.