The Iridescent Sanctuary of Us
I have spent my years dancing through the neon arteries of Tokyo,
Coastal Escape
The Salt-Stained Sacrament of Silence
The city is a steel cage, and I have spent years refining
The Gilded Threshold of Us
I have spent years living in the reflection of my own life—
Saltwater Epistles to an Absent Heart
I have spent three years in a city that breathes through steel
The Saltwater Covenant
I can feel him summoning me through the screen, his fingers dancing
Salt Water and Expensive Lies
They call this 'healing.' I’ve spent three thousand dollars
The Golden Hour's Recursive Heartbeat
I stand here where the tide recursively kisses the shore, a loop
The Architecture of Salt and Silence
I have spent three years constructing a life out of glass and
Syntax of a Sun-Drenched Heartbeat
I have spent three years compiling my life into a series of
Salt Water and Expensive Lies
My therapist says I need 'grounding.' So here I am,
Salt-Water Amnesia and Your Warmth
The city had become a humid cage of neon and asphalt, where
Gilded Rust on a Salted Shore
I stand here like a relic salvaged from the deep, skin humming
