The Glow Beneath the Surface
The salt air sticks to my skin like a memory I can&
Alleyway Friend
The Weight of Your Silence
The neon sign outside my window hums like an old man’s
The Weight of Gold and Salt
The salt air sticks to my skin like an old memory, heavy
When the City Fades, You Stay
I spent months breathing in exhaust and fluorescent hum. My skin felt
The Gravity of Gold and Glass
The gold fabric feels cold against my skin, a sharp contrast to
Petals for a Tired Soul
The city doesn't sleep, but it certainly tires you out.
Where Light Finds Us
The city hums beneath my feet, a low-frequency vibration that usually makes
A Sip of Silence Amidst the Neon
The bass is a heavy pulse against my chest, a rhythmic ache
The Taste of Summer in an Asphalt World
The concrete heat usually feels like a heavy blanket, pressing against the
Neon Bleeds into Skin
The asphalt is still radiating the day's heat, a lingering
Static on the Radio, Warmth in Your Sweater
The city outside is a jagged mess of neon and exhaust, but
Salt on My Skin, Your Name in the Tide
The city always feels like a heavy coat I can't
