WAVE TWO
They tell me these things won't come back to me
Or these things have been dying.
I can hardly recall the island of our kid selves
I asked and searched and asked where's the well?
of fullness and satisfaction
calamity or currents of peace
They tell me it won't come back to me
So I start to claw at the past and cradle the shreds that are left
before plastic was in their faces
it was plastic swords and intense races down the street
I claw and scratch for some type of release
I gaze back. down, and around
We're further up now, further down. It's steep
It's obvious to me, they told you settle at the top of the ladder
The money ladder, that shining ladder of success
Stop when you feel full!
You won't ever feel full though, you need evidence to breathe
It's evident they hold motionless, sort of like like cradling a bee
Come down from the steps and teach me how to laugh
how to dance
Teach me how to run again
I'll race you to the magic, past the stops
Adults look lost
Stolen magic was the cost
I hope they're incorrect this time
POETRY BY JAIN
PHOTOGRAPHY BY CRISPYZ ON 4/19/18
LOCATION- THE BUG THEATRE
MODELS FROM LEFT TO RIGHT-
KOBE WRIGHT, VYONNA MAXINE, CRISTIAN LEOBARDO (ON LADDER), KATHA, GRACE STAMPS, HARRY RAY (ON GROUND), RICKI RITUALS (PURPLE HAIR), IVEY ROSE, AYLANA SHORES, PASTOR PINES (TOP OF LADDER), KELLEN KENNEDY, SAMANTHA RIVERA
PHOTO BY CRISPYZ
DESIGNS, STYLING, CONCEPT, CREATIVE DIRECTION, AND CASTING BY JAIN
MAKEUP BY ANNELICIA "ZURI" TENORIO
