Echoes Through a Veil of Dew
The world outside is a blur of neon veins and asphalt sighs,
Floating Muse
Symphony of Shifting Light
I am a fragment of stardust caught in the concrete ribs of
The Amber Pulse of a Salt-Scented Dream
The city is a grayscale hum, a clockwork machine that forgets how
Whispers of White Silk and Tokyo Gold
The city breathes in heavy, humid sighs beneath me, a concrete ocean
The Saltwater Slumber of a Concrete Heart
I had forgotten the language of tides, lost in a city where
The Rust of Time and Your Warmth
I am a ghost in my own city, drifting through concrete veins
The Salt-Scented Silence of Us
I have forgotten how to be still until the city became a
The Indigo Hue of a Summer Sigh
I carry the city in my bag—a collection of forgotten tickets,
The Saffron Hour of Waiting
I am a ripple in the city’s concrete heartbeat, wearing sunlight
The Amber Hour of Us
I am drinking sunlight and cold foam, while you watch me from
The Indigo Hum of a Neon Heartbeat
I carry the weight of a thousand forgotten constellations in my hair,
The Scent of Rain on a Paper Heart
I am a ghost in the machinery of this city, drifting through
