The Quiet After Your Storm
I left the neon bleed of Tokyo behind, carrying nothing but a
Desire Line
The Fog Between Your Skin and Mine
I’m sitting here in the gray, my bare feet touching the
Iridescent Breath in a Concrete Jungle
The city screams in steel and deadlines, but here—under the dappled
Concrete Bloom: The V-Sign Promise
The city doesn't breathe; it screams. Steel, glass, and the
Electric Veins in a Concrete Heart
I’ve spent three years drowning in the grey noise of this
Sapphire Breath in a Concrete Jungle
I used to be just another ghost haunting the steel canyons of
Neon Pulse, Velvet Touch
The city screams in neon red behind me—a towering skeleton of
Neon Veins and Velvet Silence
The city doesn't sleep, it just vibrates with a low-frequency
Electric Veins in a Neon Concrete Jungle
The city is a cold machine, all steel and glass humming with
Prism Heartbeat in a Concrete Jungle
I am a fracture of light in this gray city. They call
Saffron Skies & Salt-Stained Skin
I left the city with a suitcase full of deadlines and a
Olive Skin, Salt Air, and a Heartbeat Out of Time
I left the glass towers of Tokyo behind with nothing but a
