The Amber Geometry of Us
My heart is a series of jagged, slate-grey triangles, cutting through the
The Solar Flare of a Summer Afternoon
I exist as a drifting satellite in the neon orbit of this
Sunlight on Quiet Water
The city outside the glass walls is always screaming, a relentless tide
The Architecture of a Heartbeat
I can feel you watching me, not just with your eyes but
The Binary Pulse of a Summer Sigh
I exist as a fragment of light in the grayscale noise of
Stripes of Summer, Heartbeats of Neon
The city is a concrete furnace, humming with an anxiety that never
The Blueprint of a Soft Collision
For years, I had constructed my life like a brutalist monument: raw
The Blush of a Summer Sigh
In the hush of this white-walled sanctuary, I trace the ghost of
Starlight in a Concrete Void
They think I am just another face in the crowd, an innocent
Bittersweet Summer: The Taste of First Love
They say the most honest emotions are found in flavors. For me,
The Spectrum of Silence
I strip away the noise of the city, leaving only the stark
Pixels of a Heartbeat
I can feel you watching me, can't I? You think
