The Hologram Heart of Glass Towers
I adjusted the frames, and suddenly the grey city didn't
Cloud Collector
The Silver Echo of a Waiting Heart
I leaned against the cool obsidian pillar, letting it ground me as
The Empire State's Whispering Heartbeat
I walked through the city streets as if I was walking on
Chasing the Golden Hour on a Wooden Bridge
The wind here tastes like secrets and salt, pulling at my scarf
A Dove's Kiss on the City Breeze
The city hums a low, electric tune today, but here near the
Echoes in Silvered Concrete
The city breathes a muted grey today, doesn't it? It
The Weight of Gold, The Lightness of Touch
He found me in the quiet corners of the city, a collector
The Lavender Hue of First Encounters
The cotton candy tasted like a whispered promise, impossibly sweet and dissolving
Shards of Dawn
The sea remembered my name long before he did.
Each wave, a
The Dust of Second Chances
The rain always smelled like memory here. A fine, silver dust clinging
Dust Motes & Serendipity
The rain always seemed to find its way back here, didn'
Golden Echoes
The rain had finally yielded, a bruised purple yielding to the tentative
