Ascension In Pink Silk
The city below is a concrete anchor, but here in this sun-drenched
Gravity Rebel
The Ascent of Crimson Heat
I stand here while the city tries to pull me down with
The Weightless Rain Of Neon Dreams
The city is heavy—concrete, steel, and a million tired souls pressing
The Ascent of a Quiet Evening
I sit here at the edge of the world’s concrete heartbeat,
The Ascent of a Sun-Drenched Heart
I am no longer tethered to the concrete. As we glide through
The Ascent of Quiet Breath
I stand here, anchored by nothing but the soft hum of a
The Buoyancy of a Quiet Heart
I have spent years anchoring myself to the concrete of this city,
The Ascension of a Lavender Breath
I stand where the city’s concrete pulse fades into the river&
The Weightless Frequency of Us
I stand beneath the steel ribs of this city bridge, but my
The Midnight Ascent of Silk and Neon
The city is an anchor I have finally learned to slip. Here,
The Anchoring Ascent
For years, the city had been a leaden cloak upon my shoulders—
The Weightlessness of Your Gaze
I have spent years anchoring myself to the concrete rhythm of Tokyo—
