The Geometry of Longing on Rolling Wood
The pavement is an indifferent lover, radiating a heat that makes my
Cinderella’s Coach
The Chemistry of Artificial Solace
The sun is an efficient liar; it bleaches my skin until it
The Geometry of Artificial Sunsets
The sun is a vulgar thing today, bleeding over the horizon like
The Geometry of Longing
I stand in this postcard-perfect village, a pastel dream designed to soothe
The Geometry of a Stolen Breath
They tell you that love is a fairytale, but they conveniently forget
The Architecture of a Shiver
They tell me the pyramids are eternal, a triumph of geometry over
The Salted Shore of Synthetic Sighs
The tide doesn't care about my plans, and frankly, neither
The Bitter Aftertaste of Summer Solitude
They call this 'healing.' The train hums a low, mechanical
The Steam is My Only Sanctuary
They tell you that city life is a marathon of curated smiles
Saltwater Baptism for the Soul-Less
The ocean doesn't care about my career trajectory or the
Saltwater Therapy for the Starved Soul
The tide doesn't care about your deadlines, and frankly, neither
The Gilded Cage of Sun-Kissed Skin
The gold on my skin isn't just a color; it
