The Weight of Sunlight
The city is a machine that grinds souls into dust, and I
Deep Sea
When the Silence Learns to Burn
The water behind me is a jagged blade of ice, yet here
The Weight of Golden Silence
The sand is a coarse kiss against my skin, a gritty reminder
The Pressure of a Glimmering Breath
The city is a hum, a low-frequency vibration that rattles my bones
The Weight of a Sunbeam on Bare Skin
The city outside is a cacophony of jagged edges and neon screams,
The White Noise of Your Breath
The city outside is a cacophony of iron and glass, but inside
The Static Between Heartbeats
The city breathes in neon pulses, a rhythmic hum that vibrates against
The Salt on My Skin, The Silence in Your Eyes
The moon is a white wound in the velvet sky, weeping light
The Surface Tension of a Sigh
The water is a blue so sharp it cuts through the humidity
The Weight of Golden Hour Silence
The city breathes in gasps behind me—a mechanical lung exhaling smog
The Architecture of a Sigh
The city breathes in heavy, metallic rhythms outside this garden—a machine
The Pressure of Neon Velvet
The city outside is a muffled roar, but in here, the air
