The Saltwater Protocol
I can feel your eyes on me long before I hear you
Sugar Rush and Sudden Syncope
My pulse is a drum solo in my ears. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
I’
The Silver Echo in a Silent Desert
The sun here does not just shine; it weighs upon the skin
The Mint-Colored Echoes of Us
A single shard: the scent of coconut oil and sea salt clinging
Gold Tiles and Racing Pulses
The gold mosaic wall is cold against my skin, but inside? I
The Sweetest Stop on Highway 97
The asphalt was shimmering under a relentless July sun, and my old
Thermal Leak in the Concrete Heart
The city hums at 60Hz, a steady drone that usually feels like
Milk-White Silence and Crimson Petals
The sunlight is too loud for this hour, filtering through the blinds
The Saltwater Alibi
My life is a curated exhibition of high-stakes diplomacy and tailored silk;
The Indigo Hour Between Us
I stand on this cold steel edge while the city breathes below
Emerald Hour at the Edge of Tomorrow
I have always felt like a letter sent to the wrong century,
The Salt-Stained Silence Between Us
The sun is a heavy hand pressing against my skin, smelling of
