The Buoyancy of a Quiet Heart
I have spent years anchoring myself to the concrete of this city,
Gravity Rebel
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—
The Ascent of a Mint-Colored Sigh
I am no longer anchored by the concrete pulse of Tokyo; I
The Ascent of Us
I left the concrete pulse of Tokyo behind to find this valley—
The Ascension of a Neon Heartbeat
I have spent years walking through the concrete arteries of this city,
The Ascending Pulse of a Garden Heartbeat
I am no longer anchored by the concrete sighs of Tokyo or
The Ascension of an Iced Latte Afternoon
I watch a single raindrop climb backward up the glass, defying every
The Velocity of a Heart Unmoored
I am no longer bound by the concrete pulse of the city,
