SILK STATIC: THE HEARTBEAT COLLISION
Concrete jungle screaming in my ears! I escaped the steel grid, trading
The Silence Between Pages
I have always found my sanctuary in the scent of old paper
The Polka-Dot Mirage of Memory
I have spent centuries blending into the graphite pulse of Tokyo, wearing
The Quiet Between Pages
I have always found sanctuary in the scent of old paper and
The Lavender Paradox in a Steel City
I have spent my life curated like an exhibit at the Louvre—
The Architecture of Sunlight in Glass Cities
I live in a city where the air tastes of ozone and
The Polka-Dot Dream of a Concrete Jungle
I often wonder if I am merely a sketch drawn in charcoal
Silk Petals and Steel Ambition
In Tokyo, I am a machine made of espresso shots and quarterly
The Amethyst Pulse in an Iron City
I stand amidst the weeping stone of this city, a fragile gear
The Crimson Spiral of a Summer Noon
I hold this slice of watermelon, but I am not merely eating
The Golden Hour of Unspoken Things
The sun is an indifferent god, pouring its heavy gold over the
The Geometry of a Heartbeat at 8 AM
I sit on this train while the window begins to sweat liquid
