The Moon’s Secret Recipe for Loneliness
My fingertips are cold, but my heart is humming a song it
Cat-like Muse
The Glass Between Two Heartbeats
I’ve always been fond of things that sparkle—diamonds, rain-slicked asphalt
The Geometry of Sunbeams and Skin
The city outside is a loud, grey machine that never sleeps, but
The Scent of Rain on Your Skin
I’ve spent three years learning how to be an island in
Saltwater Kisses and White Linen Dreams
I’ve spent three years in a city that tastes like cold
Lavender Sighs in Concrete Canyons
I’ve always felt like a misplaced poem in a city that
The Azure Hum of My Heartbeat
I’ve always been too cold for this city. People call me
The Blue Current of Us
I’ve always been a bit of an architectural ghost in this
Woolen Whispers in an Iron City
I used to be a creature of glass and steel, my heart
Peach Fizz & Barefoot Dreams
The city is a giant, humming machine that forgets to breathe. But
The Scent of Damp Cotton and Quiet Promises
The city is a loud, hungry beast that never sleeps, but here
Emerald Whispers in a Glass City
I am wearing green today—the color of hope, or perhaps just
