The Amber Echo Between Waves
The salt air clings to my skin like a lingering memory, yet
The Fragrance of Sun-Bleached Lace
The salt air clings to my skin like a memory I can&
The Temperature of Saltwater Memory
The sand is a granular weight against my skin, an abrasive reminder
Saltwater Therapy: No Room for Weakness
The salt air doesn't lie to you, and neither do
Salted Silk on Concrete Shores
The city is a monolith of gray geometry behind me, its concrete
The Salt of Forgotten Dreams
The water is heavy, but it feels like a soft blanket wrapped
The Weight of Sunlight on Skin
The water is cool against my skin, but the air carries a
The Geometry of a Heartbeat in Infinite Tide
I stand where the ocean’s edge fractures into infinity. Every droplet
The Pixelated Pulse of a Synthetic Heartbeat
I can see you watching me through the glass of your screen,
Echoes in the Groove: A Chronology of Sunlight and Vinyl
I am a collector of moments, but here in this dust-mote heavy
The Clockwork Pulse of a Paper Heart
The air in this labyrinth of paper and ink tastes of dust
The Amber Hour: A Sanctuary of Sunbeams
The city below is a tapestry of humming neon and concrete veins,
