Chase Everette

Hard to put 2025 into words, one of the hardest but most transformative years of my life... When I started 2025 I was heart broken, confused, alone, standing at a threshold with a bunch of questions and not very many answers, I spent the remainder of the year looking for these answers, I looked for them in people, in abandoned buildings, and rivers, in sunsets and sun rises, in raves, in music, in New York, in Buffalo, in Philly, in Detroit, in Toronto, I looked for answers in love, in warmth, in the cold, in the blankets of snow, in my sleep deprivation, in caffeine and drugs, I looked for answers in my family, in my friends, in clothes, in food and drink, in my place of work, in my past, in my future, in sex, in isolation, in crowds, in vacant spaces, in golds, and silvers, in oranges and blues, I look for answers in creation and in my frustration also looked for answers in the destruction. I did find some of the answers I was looking for, but most of the time my questions only opened the door to more questions and more questions and even more questions til I was left in a world full of open doors with no knowledge of which is the right one. This sort of drove me mad for a while but now I only look back at all of the doors I've opened and think what a privilege it is to have been able to look in every room. Some people spend their entire life in one room, and I explored them all in just one year. My biggest goal this year was to learn to love myself. Candidly, I did not fully learn to love myself. I still look around at everyone who surrounds me and see them as so beautiful and wonder when I too will be so beautiful. But turns out when you open so many doors and none of them quite feel right the only place left to go is within. The room within is beautiful, painted blue and filled with all of my friends, and my beautiful mother, and all of the people that surround me, theres a window where the sun is always setting, and their playing Jane Remover and Billie Eilish and Pogo by Digitalism and were all wearing Vivienne Westwood and Isabel Marant and the films of Varda and Korine are playing and we're eating poptarts and filled with love. I am filled with lov

I've seen everything from blades of grass I've seen flowers bloom in the ruins Blossoming power, trees sprout beneath my feet atop broken glass I've seen words dance in wet rain on the pages of my notebook that I drew in I've seen cathedrals abandoned, once loved, outcasted like great big monuments of trash Was worship not enough Did love not hold it all together Does it ever I've seen time cast it all to decay, wiping away debris from my eyes, to see the music illuminated right where the light shines I've seen beauty in the destruction , chaos turned to creation How temples can stand on the foundations of grand hope, and one day still turn to ash How prayer can echo throughout the chambers of time and yet still be frozen, preserved in spirituality, til it's all gone in a flash I see time behind and before Beauty and creation Destruction and hatred I see it all from blades of grass Cyclical nature, everything is memory, til it's not Yet I look around me as I stand in the ruins And see the beauty in the way the dust falls Patterns of all that life has And I no longer remember the heartbreak painted into stained glass Shattered , I study the pieces of them and with every detail life no longer moves too fast And I realize even in decay, in my heart, everything cherished will always last And that even in the ruins I look as the flowers bloom And see them as a reminder That this too, Shall pass 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🌹 I see it all I see everything Release, I see it in the fall The way the light illuminates the ruins How destruction can be so heartbreakingly beautiful In cathedrals, in factories, everything is a passing of time Blooming, heartbreak repeats, cyclical patterns, it all leads to ruin In fear I cling to it all, attachment is my own self destruction, that I must have something to call mine And my eyes trace the path of dust dunes and shattered windows to see what beautiful mess I can find And what I see in reflections and holes in the roofs of what were once great temples, spirals of love, that one day someone gave everything they had, to the ruins of us And that they held this place together, till naive acceptance made everyone go blind

🌻 sometimes the most beautiful things grow in the dark... Just give it time 🌻

When the rave is NOISY 🔥🔥🔥 Think we all became a part of each other... Dropout 5eva History is made, 2026

Suffocator I sit in the monsters mouth waiting to be swallowed I have spent days in decaying buildings warmed by a fire but still burning alive To know this world is to accept your place behind it's teeth Or to understand the invisible string that chokes us at the neck yet keeps us intertwined Does the touch of my skin startle you, touching ever so gently, being careful not to cross the line I would sink into everything just for you to swallow me again Face down in the rotting mattress as my ears bleed at every "I love you" as I begin to whimper and whine Am I not allowed to worship this rage inside me When my friends are all lost am I not allowed to send in the dogs Are we all just rotten here are we all just pretending to be fine Are we all so full of anger If we stop for a second to feel that, is there a chance it could be divine? Is there a chance you could look past my bark To see truly, that I have no bite ...

I sing myself, I love myself, I loathe myself To be conjured up of divine atoms I wonder why everything has changed Or why we must be shooting stars forever Life moves fast and so making it impossible to keep with it Is it I who have changed or the world, I wonder I see a vision of past self in technicolor shadow As I become my own eclipse I no longer see the light And suddenly something so beautiful becomes something to smother Yes I am who I would have always yearned to love Yet I sit now with myself upon brick ground and have yet to love Though I am born to venusian beings, some translucent as my mother I have begun to sprout into shakey ground causing my leaves to wither My sap tasting of childhood honey, it brings bees I once called friends Yet I sing myself to life, to understand my own becoming, and to tread on further As my only mission was ever to love, and to use these hands to craft The wooden shovel others would need to dig themselves out While I remain blooming, devout, committed unlike the others Why do I not see the divinity in my own fruition I wonder Why do i struggle when rooms light up with the explosion of love in array of celebratory firework Whenever I walk in them I wonder Why can I no longer hold what once nurtured me Felt warm in my hands, and filled me with love I wonder I wonder If I can love me The way I want to lover others I wonder If my voice trembles into song If I will begin to see color Is it ok that my leaves have changed Is it ok that when a flower dies I will simply bloom another Is it ok that I am no longer who I use to be Or that I've watched my petals fall off of me Is it ok that I have no destination Even when given the wings to fly Is it ok that here I remain, in the embrace of another And instead of destination I sit in the warm And as the reborn butterfly, choose to flutter Is it ok that I've lost myself Or still think about how you never showed Is it ok I wonder Is it ok that I love without myself Or that I still ask divine For the strength of my mother For to love myself will always be harder Than to love another I see now what I've become Now, I begin to see in color

It can be lonely Grasping onto a ledge I don't feel lonely In the blue light of the moon I sing of manifestations at her behest And wait till she is big and bright So that I can lay everything down at her crest I am in the bluest of places Tasting kisses made of latex That smell like warm cashmere Yet drool with the admission of my distress I find it hard to love When the fog has entered my ears And the cigarette smoke in my nose Has clouded my brain So that my tongue gets tied And I can no longer confess That I am tired of breathing in blue light And jumping from one place to the next To escape the fallacy of everything I love As it all escapes my grasp I hold on to it as I can best Still, I turn the other cheek So that living is no longer a decision I have to make As I can only see it all Through the eye of a lens

Life's no fun through clear waters ☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️ I don't know how to choose joy through all of the fog When phantom hands hug my heart to exhaustion And your voice echoes at the same frequency Even when your beautiful mind is lost I don't know how to touch the light with pricked fingers When faces blur and our sacred memories seem to become the cost For the time we took for granted, I would hold you at embrace one last time Remind you my love holds oceans that whales would call home That the purveyor of my melancholic earth is the one I would call mom That she hold all the weight of my breath between her arms So that I can go on marching like the fool that I am Through the trenches of war and once again the unrelenting fog Without the vision to go forth, I put my eyes to the sky, my tears becoming raindrops beneath the full moon My mother the parasol even in her own ruin, she uses her branches to shield me from toxic waters Whispering in the wind, of battles we already won, from the battles she protected me from and in her lonesome chose to fought That I know now however lonely I am I can hear the mimicking of her cry To reach out for her hand and feel the warmth of her embrace once again As she reminds me to choose joy, in melancholic times, to choose to see through all of the fog That is what I love about my mother For that is what she always taught I still see the light in everything

Shots from Bloodrave Valentine's Day 🩸🩸🧛‍♂️ 📷: @chxze

NYE 2025 , I captured one of the most beautiful raves that Ive been apart of, I am beyond happy to be able to release everything out on Eye Of Cleo RIGHT NOW!! Thank you to all of the amazing people who were apart of this and let me photograph their beautiful faces and include them in the documentation of this historical moment Thank you drop out of course and everyone who was apart of this :) And especially thanks to @scorpion_host for allowing me to use your amazing track "Ghostsig" And @radioginko for allowing me to use your song "goodbye, for now" for my photo montage :) NYE RAVE VIDEO @ link in bio! Happy full moon 💜

BLOODRAVE🩸PITTSBURGH PRE-PARTY 1.23 @workinprogress.us x @steal_city_vintage 📷: @chxze

Turn, gasp, glow. 💡💡 I remember the way everything used to glow How I'd stand under the underpass and watch the sun peak through the road Or how I'd remember your face and your smile and the way your eyes sparkled As we lit cigarettes behind the bar where we first touched as everyone passed below I remember the way everything used to glow The city lights shining down above us as we saw ourselves reflected in them and decided to call this place home And talked about love on the playground, in the swings, along the trail that lead us up to the grove Where we buried our hearts in the sand and left the things we never said covered in stone I remember racing up to the top of parking garages to capture the sun in my hands That was when I decided to fall in love with you, to become one with my art, that was when I stepped into everything that I am And I remembered the way it all glowed The stardust from comets, impermanent like us, raining down as we skated on ice and the ruins became covered in snow I remember when I used to glow When I believed myself a keeper of universal secrets, an understander of beauty, to only realize there is nothing that I truly know I remember thinking everything would be alright, naive surely, but to me felt all the same That the future was so bright and our minds still so full of hope I would try it again, all of it, retreading the steps I took to become everything I wanted to be Just to go back to the way it all used to glow