The Salt-Water Weight of Silence
For three years, we lived in the same apartment but spoke across
Deep Sea
The Weight of a Sun-Drenched Silence
I have spent three years learning how to be invisible in a
The Gravity of a Golden Hour
I have spent three years perfecting the art of being invisible in
The Architecture of Silence and Salt
I have spent ten years building walls around myself, identical to these
The Weight of a Single Drop
The city is a machine that never stops humming, and for three
The Velocity of Longing in a Pastel Hour
The train hums a low, vibrating frequency that settles deep in my
The Gravity of an Unspoken Goodbye
I turned back not because I wanted to see your face, but
The Gravity of a Summer Afternoon
I had spent three years in that glass tower downtown, breathing recycled
The Architecture of a Single Breath
I have spent three years perfecting the art of being invisible. I
The Weight of a Single Gaze
I have spent three years perfecting the art of being invisible in
The Neon Silence Between Us
The city screams in neon, but I have perfected the art of
The Sweetness Of A Silent Tuesday
The city outside is a scream I have learned to ignore. For
