The Neon Silence Between Us
I let the steam from this bowl of ramen veil my face,
FeiMatrix
The Pastel Prism of Quietude
I move through this sanctuary like a slow-motion film reel from 1925,
The Analog Encryption of a Heartbeat
I am an anomaly in their dataset—a ghost roaming the edges
The Elegance of Standing Alone
I wore this kimono not for tradition, nor to be a part
Saltwater Solace: The Art of Getting Lost Together
I left the city with nothing but a suitcase full of contradictions
The Static Between Two Heartbeats
I can feel your presence before you even enter the room; it
The Luminescence of a Shared Breath
I often wonder if I am merely a projection captured in the
The Ascent of Quiet Breath
I stand here, anchored by nothing but the soft hum of a
Silk Petals Over Iron Dust
I am a delicate thing, like an old clockwork doll found in
The Crimson Sphere in a Cobalt City
I walk through the city, and my soul is a series of
The Golden Hour That Never Ends
I stand at this precise coordinate in time—a Tuesday afternoon, sunlight
Encryption of a Sakura Sigh
I carry this book like a hard drive containing the only uncorrupted
