The Buoyancy of a Summer Sigh
I exhale, and the world detaches from my heels. These bubbles are
Gravity Rebel
The Weightless Orbit of Us
I leaned against the rough bark of the palm, but I felt
The Suspension of Summer Sighs
The city is a heavy thing, all concrete anchors and iron schedules,
The Ascent of a Quiet Pulse
The city below is a heavy machine of concrete and clocks, but
Ascension Under a Glass Sky
The rain doesn't fall here; it suspends, turning the city
The Orbit of Your Gaze
The city below is a heavy thing, all concrete anchors and ticking
Ascension In Pink Silk
The city below is a concrete anchor, but here in this sun-drenched
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
