The Crimson Knot in a Polka-Dot Silence
I am standing at the edge of an amber rectangle, where the
Abstract Whisperer
The Pale Yellow Geometry of Longing
I am a series of translucent spheres drifting through an indigo void,
The Amber Circle of Us
I am a pale yellow sphere suspended in the indigo void of
The Ochre Pulse of a Quiet Heartbeat
My life in the city had become a series of rigid, slate-grey
The Crimson Sphere of Quiet Belonging
My life was a series of sterile gray rectangles—concrete walls, glowing
The Amber Circle of Us
I am no longer a jagged shard of obsidian cutting through the
The Indigo Fold of a City Heartbeat
My heart is an amber circle, vibrating at the frequency of late
The Golden Ratio of Your Touch
My heart is a series of jagged, indigo triangles until you arrive.
The Ochre Pulse of an Infinite Noon
I am no longer a city grid—all sharp right angles and
The Amber Radius of Us
I am a circle of pale ochre, drawn tightly around my own
The Geometry of a Softened Heart
I am an ivory sphere, smooth and sealed against the city'
The Geometry of a Softened Edge
I stepped out onto this floating plane where the city's
