The Silk Weight of a Quiet Heartbeat
I am observing the way my own skin feels beneath this pink
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Amber Light on Grey Concrete
I stand before the vending machine, a monolith of cold steel and
The Art of Performing Innocence
I’ve spent three hours perfecting this 'spontaneous' spin in
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
