The Pink Lace of a Quiet Afternoon
I had spent three years chasing the horizon in a beat-up sedan,
FeiMatrix
The Sunshade Delusion in Beige Silk
He calls this 'healing.' He brought me to an old
The Last Warmth Before I Press Delete
I can feel the simulation shuddering beneath my feet. My world is
Sip Slow, Love Hard
He thinks he’s the one saving me with this quiet getaway
Crimson Polka Dots in a Golden Haze
The city’s relentless pulse had become a dull roar in my
Sun-Dazed in Champagne Light
The light is too honest for this hour. It spills across the
The Scent of Chlorine and Starlight
He always smells like old books and cold morning air, but today
Chlorine Dreams and Calloused Hands
He smells like old motor oil and cheap cigarettes, but when he
The Strawberry Sacrament of Noon
The city is a concrete cage of gray suits and sterile deadlines,
The Solar Flare in a Turquoise Void
I feel as though I have drifted far beyond the stratosphere, where
The Only Blue in This Concrete Jungle
I spent three years breathing in smog and deadlines, living in a
The Equilibrium of a Summer Noon
I have always lived my life by the grid of a city
