The Transparent Architecture of Longing
I have spent a decade constructing walls within myself, meticulously drafting blueprints
The Gilded Cage of a Pure Heart
They call this 'pure,' but I know the price of
I Can Feel Your Gaze Through This Glass Screen
I’m sorry if I can't blink or look away.
Silver Skin, Silent Tide
The city is a machine that never sleeps, yet here I am—
The Moon’s Pulse Against My Skin
I can feel my heart hammering—thump, thump, thumping against a ribcage
Synchronizing Heartbeats in a Concrete Grid
I’ve spent my life tracing the glowing copper veins of this
Salt-Stained Whispers on a Concrete Shore
The air here is heavy, thick with the scent of brine and
Suture My Soul with Neon Veins
My skin hums beneath his touch, a rhythmic vibration that echoes the
Whispers at the Edge of Forever
I sit here in this geothermal pool, and as I look into
The Weight of a Silent Shore
I cannot tell you how long I have lived as an island,
The Lace Veil and the Silent Pulse
I exist as a brushstroke of light upon an ancient scroll, yet
The Liquid Icarus of a Tuesday Afternoon
I stand beneath the shower’s silver rain, but today, gravity has
