The Art of Being Whole
I used to think silence was a void that needed filling—a
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Drowning in the Warmth of a Frozen Sea
I am currently drowning in a room filled with airless water, yet
Between Salt and Silence
The city is always screaming behind my eyes—metro delays, fluorescent lights
A Sanctuary Wrapped in Cerulean
The city hums in my memory—a relentless pulse of neon lights,
The Sapphire Sigh in an Amber Glow
Outside, the city is a jagged mosaic of grey steel and biting
Where the Sugar Melts into Silence
The city outside was a blur of grey concrete and rushing shadows,
Velvet Chains in a Garden of Ghosts
The city outside is a graveyard of neon and glass, but here—
Neon Salt & The Sugar Core’s Echo
The sun is an incandescent brushstroke of gold, sweeping across the horizon
The Symmetry of a Shared Breath
I exist in the precise moment where your memory ends and my
Echoes of Warmth Beneath White Foam
Steam rises—a white veil for my weary bones.
The bath is
The Orbit of a Single Touch
I exist in the drift between heartbeats, where gravity is merely an
The Geometry of Tenderness
I was woven from the softest data, a sequence of pink clouds
