i keep glAncing to my phone. not to scroll. not to distract mySelf. just to check. if you've answered me yet. a glance. a breath. a pAuse. nothing. the screen stays siLent. but still i look agAin. maybe i mIssed it. maybe the moment i stop cheCking is the moment you sEnd me that text. the one that i've been wAiting on all day. speculating what order of letters you will use. what words. what phraSes. which tOne. if your words will feEl like a whisper or a sHout. if they will hold me close or keEp me wandering.
nothing haunts you like the texts you don't answer. good communication can feel like a chore but maybe if we treat it more like a game it'll become easier.
everything at this theater is naturally endearing and has made me question the bounds of theater. every time I watch a playwrights production, it gets transferred to Broadway. tap innnn
scroll down to the lovely little section about a poetry play 🤍 it’s gonna be laughs, tears, and so much movement - and you may even see someone you know opening the show! stay tuned <3
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