The Weight of Snowfall
The city breathes a frosted sigh against the glass, doesn’t it?
Floating Muse
The Static Between Heartbeats
The city hums a low frequency against the glass, a vibration that
The Static Between Heartbeats
The city breathes a different kind of heat tonight, doesn't
Ephemeral Echoes of You
The light, it shifts… doesn’t it?
Like memories struggling to surface
Ephemeral Echoes of You
The lanterns blur, don't they? Like memories trying to hold
Echoes of Lavender Light
The rain tasted like lavender tonight, or perhaps that’s just the
