The Warmth Between Concrete Walls
I’m leaning against a rusted metal gate in an alley that
Alleyway Friend
Needles in the Groove
The humidity of August in this city doesn't just cling
Rainwater on Bare Skin
The rain in this city doesn't wash things clean; it
Salt Air and Second Chances
The city had been eating me alive—overtime shifts in an office
The Polka Dot Girl in the Dust-Haze Afternoon
I’ve spent three years in this city breathing in exhaust fumes
Blue Fizz and Concrete Dreams
The summer heat in this district doesn't just burn; it
The Blue Cardigan in the Concrete Jungle
The city always smells like exhaust and old rain, a gray haze
The City Breathes When We Do
I used to think Tokyo was just a machine that ate people
Cherry Blossoms on Concrete Skin
I wore the red polka-dot skirt today because it’s loud enough
The Daisy in the Concrete Crack
I used to think this city only spoke in gray—the color
The Silver Lining in the Concrete Jungle
I spent three hours on that makeup and four more fighting with
The Blue Current Between Us
I used to think my life was just another grey street in
