Salt & Silence
The sand still held his scent—a ghost of rain and something
Healing Journey
Echoes in Obsidian Sand
The salt spray tasted of regret, a familiar tang. It clung to
Echoes in the Tide
The salt spray tasted of regret, a familiar bitterness clinging to my
The Salt of Remembering
The wind tasted of salt and something older – a residue of tides
Golden Echoes
The city exhaled a tired sigh as dusk bled into gold. It
Golden Dust & Quiet Echoes
The rain had finally stopped, you see. It always does in this
Crimson Bloom After Rain
The rain had stopped, of course. It always does.
But the air
Amber Echoes
The streetlights bled orange onto the worn cotton of the quilt.
It
Sunlight & Stillness
The light shifted, a slow burn across the linen.
I hadn’t
Rainfall & Silk
The city wept tonight, a silver cascade tracing the glass.
It mirrored
Rainfall & Velvet Echoes
The city sighed, a grey lullaby against the glass.
It tickled my
Echoes in the Velvet Smoke
The stage lights felt like remembering, each pulse a faded photograph of
