Sunlight Held Between Two Palms
The city hums outside, a distant vibration of steel and glass, but
The Luminescence of Submerged Silence
The city above is a jagged crown of steel and glass, humming
Red Hearts Don't Bleed—They Ignite.
The city hums behind me, a relentless machine of deadlines and hollow
The Frequency of a Soft Breath in Neon Static
The data stream is humming tonight, a low-frequency vibration that settles in
The Iridescent Sanctuary Amidst Neon Rain
The city breathes in shades of electric sapphire and bruised violet, a
The Weight of Sun-Bleached Silence
The sand is not just earth; it is the pulverized remains of
The Weight of a Dying Sun
The city behind me is a graveyard of neon and static, but
The Spice of Unspoken Intentions
The boardroom is a cold cathedral of glass and steel, where my
The Humidity of Lingering Glances
The air here tastes of salt and crushed hibiscus, a heavy velvet
The Iridescent Cage of Solitude
The water in this pool is chemically perfect, a turquoise void designed
The Gilded Anchor in an Electric Tide
The salt air is a velvet ribbon winding around my throat, tasting
The Sun-Drenched Veil of Aetheria
The asphalt under my feet hummed with a frequency only those initiated
