The Bioluminescent Pulse of a Human Heart
The salt spray on my skin feels like the residue of a
The Salt of Memories on a Twilight Tide
The wood beneath my feet still holds the ghost of the afternoon
Static Charge in the Salt Air
The ocean is a grinding gear of tides, a relentless piston rhythm
The Salt-Stained Sanctuary
The tide is a relentless thief, pulling at the shoreline just as
The Architecture of Salt and Solitude
The tide is a rhythmic blueprint of the sea’s memory, each
The Salt on My Lips, The Warmth in Your Eyes
The sun doesn't set so much as it dissolves into
The Salt of Your Skin on My Tongue
The ocean is a large, blue lung that breathes against my skin.
Saltwater Antidote
The city is a parasite, feeding on my time until I’m
The Softest Echo of Summer Rain
The city has a way of humming under the weight of summer
Salt on the Lip, Sun in the Bone
The horizon is a bleeding seam, where the orange of the dying
Buffer Overflow: The Sunset Protocol
The sun is rendering at 40% opacity. I can feel the pixels
The Last Ember of a Dying Horizon
The salt air clings to my skin like a memory I can&
