The Weightless Ache of Salt and Skin
The lighthouse stands as a heavy anchor against the horizon, but here,
Gravity Rebel
The Buoyancy of a Heart Unbound
I let the water rise against my palms, a tiny rebellion against
The Buoyancy of Being Seen
The salt-spray is a whisper against my skin, a soft rebellion against
The Architecture of Weightless Longing
The bass thumps against my ribs like a heartbeat trying to escape
The Architecture of Buoyancy
My palms press into the damp earth, a deliberate anchor against the
The Weightless Anchor of Skin
The city is a leaden anchor on my heels, yet here, by
Suspension in the Steam
The humidity of the city clings to my skin like a second
The Suspension of Salt and Skin
The city is a heavy anchor, but here, where the tide meets
The Buoyancy of a Shared Breath
The salt air does not just touch my skin; it lifts me.
The Architecture of A Breath Held Still
The city below is a heavy, thrumming machine of concrete and gray
The Weightless Ache of Neon Skin
My skin remembers the city even when I am alone in this
The Buoyancy of a Pink Breath
The asphalt beneath my sneakers is no longer a solid truth; it
