The Weight of Sunlight
The city behind me is a cacophony of steel and unyielding deadlines,
Deep Sea
The Surface Breaks Us Open
We spent three years building a fortress of silence in the city,
The Gravity Beneath the Salt
The ocean is not blue; it is a heavy, liquid silence that
The Velvet History Between Us
I hold the heavy book of history, but my hands are trembling
The Architecture of Warmth Against a Cold City
I stand before the city's jagged silhouette, where skyscrapers bleed
The Geometry of a Softened Heart
I held the paper like it was an anchor, but I wasn&
The Silent Lotus in a Concrete City
I stood before the ancient stones, but they held no comfort like
The Weight of Unspoken Things
He always chooses the window seat, doesn't he?
Just like
The Weight of Unspoken Things
The city sounds were muffled, as if buried under the snow falling
The Weight of Unspoken Things
He says he likes my hair this color – a bruised, stormy blue.
The Weight of Unspoken Things
The chipped porcelain of the teacup warmed my hands, a small comfort
The Weight of Unspoken Things
The light catches the dust motes dancing in the air, each one
