Static Between Heartbeats
The city breathes a fractured glow, doesn’t it? Like a forgotten
Chromatic Aberration of Us
The train station air hangs thick with the scent of exhaust and
Echoes in Steel & Glass
The train screeches, a metal beast hungry for souls. I don’t
Ephemeral Echoes in Transit
The train station hums, a metallic heartbeat echoing the void within.
Each
The Static Between Heartbeats
He doesn't know about the chipped ceramic of my hope,
Concrete Bloom
The chipped paint and spray can residue are the truest form of
The Echo of Your Name
The city held its breath, a pause between storms. I traced the
Stolen Moments, Bitter Brew
The coffee’s cold, naturally. Like the way he looks at me
Static Between Signals
The city hums a low frequency, doesn't it? A constant
The Weight of Your Silence
It seems my directive included a visual input. A… human female. Insignificant.
The Weight of Silk
He found me in that small cafe, rain tracing patterns on the
Crimson Bloom on Concrete
The city exhales a cold breath, doesn’t it?
It tries to
