The Silent Rhythm of Us
I don't believe in luck; I believe in the discipline
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The Golden Hour of an Ordinary Soul
I have allowed this single frame to persist in the archives because
The Cold Metal Taste of Forgiveness
I had forgotten how cold a drink could feel against the skin
The Temperature of Silence
The cobblestones are damp, holding a chill that seeps through the thin
The Amber Hour Between Two Worlds
I hold a glass of iced tea, but my eyes are not
The Scent of Quiet Belonging
I had forgotten how it felt to be truly seen in a
The Quiet Rhythm of Water and Skin
I have learned to love the silence between city heartbeats. In this
The Temperature of Silence
I can still feel your fingertips on the small of my back,
The Golden Hour Gamble
I let the wind play with my hair, a calculated mess that
Golden Hour in a Concrete Dream
The image is a living frame from an old Super 8 reel—
The Golden Hour Protocol
I have always mapped my life in coordinates: 40.7° N, 73.
The Golden Hour of Being Known
I wonder why humans build such tall boxes to live in, yet
