I wasn’t expecting anyone to mirror my name back at me like a haunted terminal, but here we are. vibrating slightly out of sync.
your music reminds me of thriftlight filtered through a cassette case. it makes me feel like i forgot something important in 1997.
I’m Kellye with an e: a little bit wrong, but oh so right.
this is a signal. you can trace it to a source, or pretend you didn’t hear anything at all.