Lace Architecture in Lunar Tide
I have spent my life treating the body as a canvas for
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The Scent of Salt on a Silk Morning
I have spent the better part of a decade measuring my life
Where My Soul Finds Its Summer Home
The city had been loud—too loud. For months, my life was
The Gravity of a Summer Glance
I feel myself drifting, a small satellite caught in the silent orbit
BUFFERING: The Taste of Salt and Sunsets
The city was a loop—a corrupted script of steel and fluorescent
Salt Air and Fevered Skin
The city had left me cold—a sterile chill of glass offices
The Resonance of Two Heartbeats at High Tide
I stand here, palms pressed together in a silent prayer that is
The Pale Yellow Geometry of Longing
I am a series of translucent spheres drifting through an indigo void,
The Transparent Skin of Raindrops
I wonder why humans call it 'raining' when the sky
Where the Tide Whispers Your Name
For years, my heart had been like a city garden in mid-winter—
Salt Water & Stale Promises
I’m sitting on this rock wearing a dress that costs more
Whispers of Palm Leaves and Sun-Kissed Secrets
I let the warm breeze play with my hair, feeling every fiber
