Between the City and Your Skin
The glass is cold against my fingertips, a transparent barrier between me
The Architecture of a Future Memory
I sit on this blue bench because I am waiting for you
Static Electricity Between Heartbeats
I watch the city breathe below us—a rhythmic pulsing of neon
Neon Sutra in Crimson Wash
The horizon bleeds gold—a heavy ink wash applied with sudden precision
The Resonance of Solar Silk
I am a vessel of kinetic memories, drifting through the neon tides
Where Gravity Yields to a Sigh
The city below is a heavy machine of steel and stone, pinning
Static Pulse: The Ignition Point
The sunlight hits my collarbone like a high-voltage arc discharging across cold
The Amber Alchemy of Petals and Skin
The golden hour is my private sanctuary, a realm where the air
Pulse in the Falling Mist: A Digital Watercolor Heart
The city is a canvas painted in neon-bleeding ink, where skyscraper shadows
The Fragility of Stillness in a Concrete Heart
They say time is linear, but here among the daisies, I feel
The Fragile Resolution of Us
The cherry blossoms aren’t just falling today; they are de-rezzing into
A Breath Held for You
The air tastes of rain and distant exhaust.
I stand here, a
