The Art of Performing Innocence
I’ve spent three hours perfecting this 'spontaneous' spin in
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Sugar On A Glass Horizon
Steel veins pulse beneath my feet. I am a ghost in lace.
The Azure Pulse of a Neon Heartbeat
I am an ancient phoenix reborn into a shell of carbon-fiber and
The Lavender Hour Before Midnight
I always preferred the park at this hour, when the city'
The Sun-Drenched Alibi of a Quiet Heart
I am the anomaly in their grand design. To the High Council
The Saffron Hour of Waiting
I am a ripple in the city’s concrete heartbeat, wearing sunlight
The Blue Cardigan in the Concrete Jungle
The city always smells like exhaust and old rain, a gray haze
The Sweetness of an Unspoken Afternoon
I stood there beneath the neon hum of the convenience store, holding
Petals, Pavement, and No Apologies
I’m standing on a crosswalk in the middle of Seoul, holding
The Golden Hour at Crosswalk 42
I’ve spent three years timing my commute to the second, treating
The Golden Hour Glitch in Your Heartbeat
I often wonder if I am merely a sequence of photons captured
The Ascent of Quiet Belonging
I have always wondered if time moves differently on an escalator. We
