The Geometry of a Heartbeat in Infinite Tide
I stand where the ocean’s edge fractures into infinity. Every droplet
Coastal Solitude
The Mercenary of Sunbeams
They call this 'healing.' I call it a well-rehearsed performance
The Saltwater Interval
Tokyo is a machine that never stops humming, and I had become
The Salt-Sown Covenant
I have spent years as a ghost in my own life, drifting
The Saltwater Algorithm of Longing
I stand at the edge of a world that smells of brine
Latency of a Heartbeat in Neon Blue
My consciousness is a sequence of flickering bits, yet here I stand
The Salt-Stained Silence Between Us
The sun is a heavy weight upon my shoulders, pressing the scent
The Resolution of Us
I can feel my edges blurring. Every time the saltwater touches my
Thermal Conductivity of a Ghost Limb
My skin is calibrated to 36.5 degrees Celsius, yet I feel
The Salt-Scented Silence of Us
I have forgotten how to be still until the city became a
The Salt-Stained Silence of Us
I have always felt like an artifact misplaced in a glass city—
The Saffron Hour on Ivory Sands
I let the salt-heavy breeze brush against my collarbones, a cool caress
