The Scent of Sunflowers and Stolen Heartbeats
I have spent three centuries wearing the faces of a thousand different
The Crimson Signal from a Forgotten Epoch
I stand amidst the river of souls in Shibuya, my red dress
Blue Ice and Calloused Hands
He smells like diesel fuel, cheap tobacco, and a kind of honesty
A Pale Pink Archive of Us
I have always felt like an uncatalogued letter in a city that
The Quiet Architecture of Longing
I’ve perfected the art of being present without actually arriving. My
The Bamboo Sighs Your Name
I have escaped the iron pulse of Tokyo—the screeching trains, the
The Echoes Between Steel Rails
I have always felt like a misplaced comma in the long, rhythmic
Woolen Whispers in an Iron City
I used to be a creature of glass and steel, my heart
The Frost Between Our Fingertips
The air in this convenience store is sterile and cold, but my
Vanilla Dreams in the Concrete Jungle
The city doesn't care if you’re tired. It just
The Sweetness Between Aisles
I stood in the beverage aisle for ten minutes, just holding two
The Gravity of a Single Smile
I have drifted through the neon vacuum of this city for years,
