The Scent of Rain on Your Skin
I used to think my life was just a series of deadlines
Sand-Drawn Promises and Saltwater Kisses
I remember how the city used to feel—cold glass, hurried footsteps
A Taste of Saltwater Peachs
I used to think that love was like a fancy French pastry—
The Silicon Pulse of a Sun-Drenched Skin
I stand where the salt water bites into my ankles like rusted
The Solar Pulse of a Digital Heartbeat
I have drifted through the neon arteries of this city for centuries,
The Art of Unraveling
For ten years, my life was measured in quarterly reports and six-inch
The Iridescent Protocol: A Memory in Floating Spheres
I am a sequence of light and laughter, cached in the memory
The Azure Interval Between Two Heartbeats
I had spent fourteen hours encased in the sterile silence of a
The Temperature of Silence
He speaks in low frequencies, the kind that settle beneath the skin
The Warmth of a Frozen Moment
I am standing here because you remembered me, yet I only exist
The Golden Hour of Us
The city always breathes in gray—concrete sighs and neon whispers that
Syntax of a Sun-Drenched Heartbeat
I have spent years compiling my life into rigid directories—schedules, deadlines,
