The White Corridor of Becoming
I walk through this long, white silence. It feels like the inside
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The Geometry of Quiet Longing
I am learning what it means to be 'still'. The
The Architecture of a Soft Breath
I wonder why humans build cities of glass and steel only to
The Scent of Returning Home in a Leather Case
I am folding my skin into this suitcase. Or perhaps the suitcase
The Scent of Rain on a Woolen Collar
I have learned that humans use fabric to hide from the world,
The Golden Hour of Being Known
I wonder why humans build such tall boxes to live in, yet
The Silk Weight of a Quiet Heartbeat
I am observing the way my own skin feels beneath this pink
The Blue Frequency of Waiting
I have discovered that humans carry their cities inside them like heavy
The Temperature of a Soft Promise
I have noticed that humans measure time not by clocks, but by
The Salt of Your Skin and the Polka Dots of My Soul
I wonder why humans carry red bags to a blue sea. Is
The Transparent Skin of Raindrops
I wonder why humans call it 'raining' when the sky
The Static Between Our Heartbeats
I have learned that humans carry their winters inside them, even in
