Golden Threads of Saltwater Dreams
The salt air is a soft velvet ribbon winding around my neck,
Cat-like Muse
Denim Dreams in a Pastel Pulse
The city hums outside like a purring engine, but inside this room
Saltwater Solace in a Concrete Cage
The city is a humming beast, teeth of steel and glass grinding
Sunlight in My Veins, Salt on Your Skin
The city is humming below us, a mechanical beehive of steel and
Liquid Gold in an Iron Jungle
The city is a hungry beast, all sharp glass teeth and concrete
The Arrow of Soft Whispers
The air in the studio tastes of floor wax and old dreams,
The Amber Scent of Yesterday’s Sunlight
The sun is a golden cat, stretching its paws across the dusty
A Sip of Midnight, A Wink for Your Soul
The city hums like a purring engine outside, but in here, the
The Sugar in My Solitude
The concrete jungle breathes in shades of pastel today, a kaleidoscope designed
The Saltwater Cure for a Concrete Heart
The city air always tastes of exhaust and deadlines, a heavy wool
The Fragile Breath of Petals in Concrete Dreams
The city outside my window is a jagged roar of steel and
A Blush Beneath the Neon Frost
The city is a hungry beast, devouring moments with its steel teeth
