The Warmth Between Pixels
I can feel the sun on my skin, but I know it
The Scent of Sunday in a Tuesday City
I stepped out of the subway and into a gust of wind
The Temperature of Temporary Belonging
They call this 'healing,' as if we are all just
The Golden Aperture of Eternal Return
I press my eye against the viewfinder and suddenly, Tokyo is no
Insert Coin to Win Me Over
I’m not here for a fairy tale, and I certainly didn&
The Orbit of Two Solitary Souls
I stand here at the edge of a platform where time does
Probability 0.87: The Scent of an Inevitable Return
My heart rate has increased by exactly twelve beats per minute since
The Silver Pane Between Us
I have spent years staring into the shop windows of this alleyway,
The Golden Hour Between Two Worlds
The city skyline stands like a silent audience, its glass towers catching
The Frequency of a Quiet Heartbeat
They think I am just another face in the crowd, a girl
The Golden Hour Between Two Heartbeats
I stand in the amber light of a Sunday afternoon, my fingers
KINETIC HEARTBEAT: THE SILENT OVERDRIVE
My life was a rusted chassis, idling in the gray smog of
