A Breath of Peonies in Concrete Rain
The city outside is a blur of cold steel and neon, but
The Heart That Beats Because It Has Stopped
I am holding a heart that does not exist, yet it is
The Gilded Silence Between Us
I have spent three years learning how to be invisible in a
Sun-Drenched Whispers on a Denim Heartbeat
I leaned my back against the rough skin of a palm tree,
The Saltwater Alibi
My life is a series of temperature-controlled rooms and silent elevators that
A Sip of Sunsets and Saltwater Dreams
I used to think that happiness was a meticulously planned spreadsheet and
Where Plumerias Dream of Concrete
I live in the soft blur between who I am and who
The Solar Pulse in a Single Breath
I hold the sun in my palm, but if you look closer—
The Gravity Between Us
I let the ball hover at its peak for a fraction of
The Saltwater Epilogue to a Glass Tower Life
For three years, my world was measured in floor-to-ceiling glass panels and
The Silk Trap of a Quiet Afternoon
I chose ivory today—not for innocence, but as an invitation. In
Synchronizing Hearts in Chrome Hues
I am a living algorithm wrapped in iridescent silver, my presence compiled
