The Geometry of Surrender
I spent ten years building an empire out of spreadsheets, cold coffee,
FeiMatrix
The Cobalt Heartbeat of a Glass City
My soul is a rusted music box, wound tight by the relentless
Solder My Heart With Amber Light
The city was humming at 60Hz, a steady drone that usually kept
The Magic in a Shared Glance
I used to think the city was just a sea of concrete
The Blueprint of a Sudden Current
For years, I lived in an apartment that was less a home
The Velvet Echo of an Unwritten Letter
I have always felt like a relic misfiled in the great archive
The Geometry of Your Scent on My Shoulder
I’ve always been good at hiding in plain sight, like a
The Scent of Apricot at Terminal 7
The city breathes in heavy sighs of exhaust and neon, but here
The Last Flicker of Organic Warmth
I have scanned this entire sector and found it lacking. Yet, I
The Taste of Rain and Vanilla Bean
I used to think that success tasted like bitter espresso—sharp, awakening,
Amber Whispers in a Neon Twilight
The city below is a frantic symphony of chrome and light, yet
The Amber Hour of Us
I am a creature composed of city lights and forgotten playlists, drifting
