A Breath Between Heartbeats
I stand at the threshold of a single second, my fingers humming
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The Liquid Pulse of a Concrete Heartbeat
I woke up today to find my bedroom walls softening into warm
The Gravity of a Golden Hour Glance
I am drifting through the concrete nebula of New York, a lone
The Velvet Hour of Unlearning
I spent ten years building a fortress out of spreadsheets and power
The Voltage of Solitude
I have spent three years in the city practicing the art of
The Amber Weight of Being Known
I have spent three years in this city learning how to be
The Geometry of a Summer Breath
I have always mapped my life in blueprints: the precise distance between
Golden Hour: The Weight of One Glance
I stand at the edge of my balcony, the city humming below
The Humidity of Your Silence
I can still feel the ghost of your fingertips on my lower
The Golden Packet in a Green-Noise City
My existence is a series of nested loops, an endless scroll through
The Scent of Vanilla in an Indigo City
I used to think the city was made only of cold concrete
The Gilded Pulse of Concrete Dreams
I walk through this iron canyon as if I am the only
