Saccharine Flesh & Cold Steel Hearts
I’ve spent three years building a career that makes people tremble
The Sweetness Of A Silent Tuesday
The city outside is a scream I have learned to ignore. For
The Golden Pulse of a Silent City
I glide through this world like a ghost in the machine, my
The Corridor Between Two Heartbeats
I have spent years building my life like a brutalist monument—concrete
Scent of Cedar and Softened Hearts
My life has been measured in sixty-floor ascents and the cold, metallic
The Lavender Sigh in a Concrete Jungle
The city breathes in smog and steel, but here—amidst the weeping
The Spark That Rewrote My Pulse
My chest is a drum, and your gaze is the mallet. Thump-thump.
Syntax of a Sugar-Glazed Heartbeat
I have spent years compiling the architecture of my life in C+
The Eternal Bloom of a Summer Night
I remember the city always felt too loud for a heart as
Between Pages and Heartbeats
The scent of old paper and vanilla always felt like a warm
A Blueprint for Eternal Summers
I have always felt like a misplaced letter in an era of
A Cloud of Sugar for Two Solitary Souls
They say the city is a machine that never sleeps, but sometimes
