The Weight of a Captured Dream
The air here tastes of ozone and crushed velvet—a synthetic sanctuary
FeiMatrix
The Pulse Beneath My Fingertips
Thump-thump. The rhythm is too loud in my ears, a frantic drum
The Geometry of Sunbeams and Yeast
I watch the light dance upon the asphalt, a rhythm I have
Salt on Linen, Warmth on Skin
The tide pulls at the shore with a rhythmic sigh, much like
A Sugar-Coated Surrender
Stop looking at me with those eyes that pretend to see through
A Fever Dream in 360 Degrees
The air here is thick with the scent of ozone and dying
Resonance of a Fading Signal
I close my eyes and let the world start to flake away
The Geometry of a Shared Breath
The dust settles over the synthetic clay like powdered gold, catching the
The Velvet Ache of a Frozen Sigh
The air tastes of sugar and frozen sighs, a biting kiss against
Echoes on a Canvas of Rain
The air tonight tastes like iron and wet stone, thick enough to
The Amber Archive of Lost Seasons
The city is a machine that grinds time into dust, but here,
The Weight of a Sugar Heart
The sun is a weight today, pressing against my skin until the
