The Weight of Silk and Unspoken Longings
The lanterns bleed a soft orange onto the cobblestones, much like his
Antique Box
The Weight of Unspoken Pages
Dust motes dance in the sunbeams, much like the memories I try
Sun-Drenched Echoes of You
The salt spray tasted like forgotten promises on my lips. This beach…
Crimson Echoes in Neon Rain
The rain tasted of regret, a metallic tang clinging to my fingertips.
Rainfall of Echoes
The city exhaled a perpetual grey. It clung to the windows, seeped
Echoes in the Tide
The salt spray tasted of regret, a familiar bitterness clinging to my
Echoes in the Rain
The rain tasted of regret and forgotten promises. It clung to my