Probability of an Unplanned Touch
I have calculated that my presence here—positioned at a 45-degree angle
The Clockwork Heart's Quiet Thaw
I am but an ornate vessel of porcelain and midnight silk, my
The Midnight Ticket to Your Skin
The city hums with a tired frequency at midnight, and I have
The Sudden Rhythm of a Quiet Morning
I can hear it. Not the hum of the city outside my
The Luminescence of a Quiet Afternoon
I often wonder if I am made of flesh or merely a
Between Two Heartbeats, a City Sleeps
The apartment smells of rain and expensive espresso, a fragrance that lingers
The Weight of a Silent Room
I have spent three years perfecting the art of being invisible in
The Soft Hum of Neon Longing
The city always feels like it is breathing in rhythm with me—
The Rhythm of Us: After the Final Rep
Five AM. The city is still breathing in its sleep, but we’
The Last Drink Before Midnight
I have always felt like a passenger on the last bus of
The Quiet Harbor of a City Heartbeat
I have spent years chasing horizons that always seemed to retreat just
Velvet Whispers in a City of Glass
The city outside is a symphony of sirens and steel, but here—
