The Lavender Sigh in a Concrete Jungle
The city breathes in smog and steel, but here—amidst the weeping
FeiMatrix
The Spark That Rewrote My Pulse
My chest is a drum, and your gaze is the mallet. Thump-thump.
Syntax of a Sugar-Glazed Heartbeat
I have spent years compiling the architecture of my life in C+
The Eternal Bloom of a Summer Night
I remember the city always felt too loud for a heart as
Between Pages and Heartbeats
The scent of old paper and vanilla always felt like a warm
A Blueprint for Eternal Summers
I have always felt like a misplaced letter in an era of
A Cloud of Sugar for Two Solitary Souls
They say the city is a machine that never sleeps, but sometimes
Lavender Glitch in a Concrete Heartbeat
I am not sure where the city ends and my own projection
The Fragrance of Stardust in Your Smile
I am not merely standing before a castle; I have become the
Concrete Veins and Velvet Whispers
The sun is heavy on my skin, but it's the
The Weight of a Warm Hand in Blue Silence
I have discovered that humans carry their cities inside them—the roar
The Edge of a Breath
He’s been standing exactly three inches behind me for ten minutes.
