City Lights, Lingering Touch
The city breathes below, a restless energy I used to crave. Now…
Echoes in Stone
Dust motes.
Sun-warmed stone, a forgotten god’s pedestal. He found me
Ephemeral Echoes of You
The city breathes rust and forgotten melodies, a symphony only my skin
Chromatic Aberration of Touch
The alley’s geometry is inefficient. Brick, a crude attempt at permanence.
The City's Velvet Cage
Rain slicked the alley, mirroring the chill that used to settle deep
The Glimmer in Concrete
The city held its breath as the last of the daylight bled
The Static Between Us
The city breathes cold against my skin, a familiar chill. He finds
Ephemeral Glitch in the Static
The city breathes a cold logic, steel and glass reflecting a sky
The Static Between Heartbeats
He found me near the old railway tracks, a place where echoes
Ephemeral Echoes, Velvet Touch
The city bled grey outside the cafe window – a perfect match for
Chromatic Resonance
The city breathes steel and glass, a cold architecture mirroring the spaces
The Weight of Light and Memory
The chipped paint on this fire escape, the way the brick holds
