A Blush in the Grey City
I used to believe that city life was meant to be lived
Healing Journey
The Geometry of a Quiet Afternoon
The city never truly sleeps, but here by the river, it seems
Silver Echoes in a Concrete Heart
The city is loud, but I have learned to be silent.
I
Black Silk and Grease Stains
I wore this suit like armor to a gala where people spoke
The Midnight Jasmine's First Rain
In the concrete heart of this city, I had become a winter
The Crimson Echo in a Neon Rain
The world tonight feels like an old Technicolor reel, saturated with longing
The Amber Hour Between Us
A single drop of condensation sliding down a cold glass.
The rhythmic
The Golden Hour of Us
The city always felt like a symphony played too loudly, but here
The Scent of Cinnamon in an Autumn City
I walk through the city wrapped in a trench coat that feels
Neon Lights and Cold Beer on 4th Street
The humidity in this city always feels like a damp blanket you
The Scent of a Slow Afternoon
I left my phone in the city. I left the noise, the
The Red Thread in the City Rain
The city never stops humming, a low-frequency vibration that settles deep in
