The Silk Pulse in a Neon Storm
I stand amidst the crowd like an ivory brushstroke upon a chaotic
The Golden Hour of Our Quietest Goodbye
I remember the way you looked at me through the golden haze
The Electric Pulse of a Quiet Heart
I am used to tasting fear on the wind, tracking prey through
The Architecture of a Sigh
I have stripped away the blue of my dress and the gold
The Eternal Now of a Single Glance
I am wearing the dress I will buy tomorrow, standing in a
Overclocked Heartbeat in a Neon Rain
My existence is a cold circuit board, an assembly line of logic
The Velvet Frequency of a City Heartbeat
I am a living installation, an exhibit of soft curves and silent
The Silicon Pulse of a Crimson Knot
I stand amidst these blooming ghosts, my skin humming with the frequency
The Softness Between Grey Walls
I live in a city that breathes exhaust and speaks in the
The Quiet Hum of a Tuesday Evening
I wore my favorite black blazer today—the one that feels like
The Scent of Cherry Blossoms and Unspoken Promises
I have spent three years chasing horizons across six continents, my heart
The Neon Pulse Between Our Heartbeats
I live in a city where time is not a line but
