The Angle Where Two Silences Meet
I have always lived my life like a brutalist monument—sharp edges,
The Golden Hour Between Floors
I always wear this black dress when I want to feel like
The Silence Between Our Pages
He never says 'I love you,' yet he fills the
The Cost of Silk and Silence
I’ve spent three years climbing corporate ladders in a city that
The Architecture of Surrender
I stand here, framed by concrete and the cold precision of midday
Between Two Breaths of Sunlight
The city is a constant hum, an endless sequence of deadlines and
The Scent of Rain on a Woolen Collar
I have learned that humans use fabric to hide from the world,
The Emerald Echo of a Silent Heartbeat
I left the city when its noise began to sound like a
The Humidity of Forgotten Promises
The city outside is a blur of indigo and rain, weeping against
The Gravity of Your Touch
The city never stops screaming, but here—under this indigo canopy of
The Transparency of Surrender
I lean against the cold tiles of this underpass, a translucent shell
The Fog Between Your Skin and Mine
I’m sitting here in the gray, my bare feet touching the
