The Saltwater Scent of a Forgotten Summer
I had spent three years breathing the sterile air of glass towers
Cloud Collector
The Color of a Sinking Sun in Your Eyes
I walk along the riverbank where the air tastes like crushed mint
The Red Tower's Quiet Confession
I have always felt like a ghost in this city of neon
The Emerald Echo of a Silent Heartbeat
I left the city when its noise began to sound like a
The Rain-Scented Silence Between Us
I have always felt like a ghost in this city, drifting through
The Scent of Moonlight in a Spin Cycle
The city breathes in neon and exhaust, but here, under the amber
A Spoonful of Vanilla Sunlight
The city always breathes in rhythms I can’t quite follow—the
The Summer That Tasted Like You
The city always breathes in heavy sighs—concrete, exhaust, and the relentless
The Snail's Pace to You
In this city that breathes in neon and exhales deadlines, I have
The Blue Hour of Our Quietest Promise
The city breathes in neon sighs and concrete heartbeats, but here under
The Taste of a Summer Dream
I used to believe that the city was made of concrete and
The Silk Breath of a Coastal Dream
I had forgotten how to breathe until I reached this shore. Behind
