life songs

these were not meant to released so early, they showed up on Spotify way sooner than expected , which is why they weren't shared here beforehand...

my intention was always to share them here first, but something got mixed up. anyway I record all of this in June while I was preparing for the trha shows

https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/folders/1nq-Hv85JCaZgUQxBRsOnxTG8rbzki-qH

to make this Patreon post more special here are some lyrics (not all of them I can't overshare too much)
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June:

i say june for what feels like the first time. my lips can't remember what way they’re supposed to twitch or curve or flutter. as if this is the first time i've watched the spring sun on summer rain. seamless like dancing on the water. i say june and it sounds like you. i say june and the resonance of your name bursts on my tongue. you say june and the clouds burst with rain. you say summer and i watch the smile on your face and the shimmer in your eyes. you say butterflies and i watch our shoes face eachother. they're drenched and tattered. the pink and green on your wrist melts down your hand and spills in puddles at the ground. somehow this is the color of right here and now. perfectly made to fit. you're as far away as the horizon and directly in front of my eyes. the taste of your fire trickles onto my lips with warm rain. in my head i say “you're perfect”. we won't say a word until tomorrow 

the weight of desire melts against our chests:

warm summer night. cursive blue. the weight of desire melts against our chests. the smell on the horizon sweeps away time. as warm and safe as to be open and naked. naked under streetlight. empty concrete and limerence. a choir of voices pressing against us yet just the two of us. in one space. the weight of desires spills over our adolescent bodies. trembling to be noticed. singing the same song. humid summer night melts into our chests. cursive blue. lifted into dreamlight. youthful memory. the sound of your voice melts into my chest. on a warm summer night. late june. repeated words. cursive hands trying to find just the right way to say it. i want to say it. i want to

we hold hands:

we hold hands by the water. it’s dark as the night sky raining above our heads. we forget our age and something in the reflection confuses us. how did we get here and how many years did we spend running. running away. running towards. there’s a crystalline song somewhere in your throat as your lips hang wordlessly and I’m wading in your eyes. in the river pitch as night. watching constellations animate a memory of us in a shallow stream. i’ll never forget the blood on your wrist, your messy hair, the shining on your shoes, the warmth in your hands, the memory pressing against us as humid summer. you gave me the night in june.

every moment is the first time:

let me stand before the highway meadow with your heart in my hands. an autumn resonance in my voice. an orchard of overflowing veins in your neck. everything about a time and a place. i kiss your cheek and smell the bayside. the high flying warmth. the sporadic smile. lopsided and whimpering. suspended under the stars on a warm summer night. staying awake all night like the hours last forever. as time slowly inches its way towards the first time. every moment is the first time

silence of two:

twilight shadows lightly dancing on the surface. a distant stream of sound running its touch along your body. the orange moonlight on a warm night in june. tiny places and their memory of falling in love for the first time. adornments that unfurl like spring flowers in rain. narrowly fitting repeated words along the walls. the silence of two. i see you everywhere