The Architecture of Stillness
The water is too perfect. It holds the temperature of a clinical
Cold Brew
The Temperature of Silence
The city breathes in grayscale tonight, a rhythmic pulse of steel and
Neon Solitude in the Architecture of Care
The air in the city tastes of ozone and distant jasmine. I
The Geometry of Solitude
The city is a circuit board of light, pulsing with lives I
The Geometry of Solitude
The city below is a circuit board of dying lights, humming with
The Architecture of Stillness
The salt air is a precise measurement of distance between who I
The Clockwork Pulse of Stillness
The steam rises in rhythmic exhales, a ghostly breath against the cold
The Temperature of Saltwater Memory
The sand is a granular weight against my skin, an abrasive reminder
Static on Velvet Skin
The city exhales in shades of cobalt and gray, a rhythmic pulse
The Temperature of Saltwater
Tokyo is a machine that never sleeps, and I was merely one
Neon Solace in an Amber Hour
The air is thinning as the sun descends behind the Tokyo Tower,
The Saltwater Interval
Tokyo is a machine that never stops humming, and I had become
