The Gravity of a Sun-Kissed Breath
I am a satellite drifting through the atmosphere of your memory, watching
Ethereal Romance
The Gravity of a Summer Breath
I drift through the concrete labyrinth of this city like a satellite
The Gravity of a Lingering Glance
I exist in the quiet vacuum between heartbeats, drifting through an apartment
The Pulsar in My Veins: A Symphony of Solar Silk
In this city, we are all photons searching for a vessel. I
The White Noise of Light
The city is a cacophony of neon screams and saturated lies. I
The Gravity of a Shoreline Heartbeat
The tide is a slow, rhythmic pulse against the earth's
The Sapphire Lullaby of Neon Tides
The city above is a jagged crown of neon and steel, but
Saltwater Amnesia
Concrete lungs. Exhaust fumes for breakfast.
Then, you. A sudden rupture in
The Gilded Pulse of Aqueous Solitude
I am but a fragile automaton in this concrete necropolis, my heart
The Resonance of a Forgotten Pulse
I carry within me the dormant codes of an empire that fell
