The Static Between Us
He always seems to appear at the periphery of my vision, doesn&
The Weight of Silk & Secrets
The chill from the marble floor climbs, a subtle sting against my
The Quiet Bloom of Winter Light
The city always feels a little colder when he's not
Ephemeral Echoes in Frost
The city breathes, a frosted sigh against my cheek. It’s funny,
Golden Hour Static
The city breathes out steam after the rain, doesn't it?
Gilded Cage
The glass reflects the city, cold and distant. I prefer it that
Golden Hour Ghosts
Dust motes danced in the last light, same as the memories. This
Golden Hour Reverie
The wheat field wasn't planned, of course. Neither was running
The Weight of Gold in Silence
He found me here, amidst the fading gold of the wheat fields
Golden Hour Reverie
He always finds me here, doesn't he? Drawn to the
Golden Hour Reverie
The wheat field whispers secrets to my boots, but they're
The Static Between Us
He texts, and honestly, it's irritating. Another ‘thinking of you.
