The Art of Unraveling
For ten years, my life was measured in quarterly reports and six-inch
Healing Journey
The Temperature of Silence
He speaks in low frequencies, the kind that settle beneath the skin
Syntax of a Sun-Drenched Heartbeat
I have spent years compiling my life into rigid directories—schedules, deadlines,
The Phosphorus Pulse on Concrete Shores
I grew up in the shadow of gray monoliths, where life was
The Gilded Silence Between Us
I have spent three years learning how to be invisible in a
A Sip of Sunsets and Saltwater Dreams
I used to think that happiness was a meticulously planned spreadsheet and
Where Plumerias Dream of Concrete
I live in the soft blur between who I am and who
The Solar Pulse in a Single Breath
I hold the sun in my palm, but if you look closer—
The Architecture of a Heartbeat
I wear my leather jacket like armor against the city’s indifference,
Silver Boots on Wet Asphalt
The stadium lights are blinding, a million volts of artificial gold that
The Scent of Rain on a Terminal Floor
I’ve always believed that love isn't found in grand
A Blush in the Grey City
I used to believe that city life was meant to be lived
