The Resonance Between Two Heartbeats
The city outside my window never sleeps, but inside this room, time
FeiMatrix
The Quiet Aftermath of a Neon War
I have spent three years serving as an Archivist for the Obsidian
The Solar Constant in a Paper Heart
I have spent my life studying how to capture light—not just
The Amber Glow of Ordinary Hours
I stand beneath the clinical hum of fluorescent lights, yet my world
The Architecture of a Summer Nap
I exist today as a series of soft angles and intersecting planes.
The Pace of Two Hearts
Five A.M. is when I find myself—and him. Our relationship
The Aftertaste of August at 11 PM
I used to believe that love was a train you had to
The Breath Between Us
I have been summoned by a single, humming machine to be the
Liquid Midnight & The Warmth of Your Gaze
The sky is a bruised purple, leaking silver rain onto the asphalt
The Blueprint of an Afternoon Thaw
For years, my life was a brutalist structure: reinforced concrete walls and
The Gilded Slumber of Neon Solitude
I lie here upon this woven sanctuary, where the sunlight filters through
The Glass Altar of Longing
Outside, the city is a blurred smudge of steel and neon, weeping
