Saltwater Kisses and White Linen Dreams
I’ve spent three years in a city that tastes like cold
Healing Journey
The Blue Hour Between Two Heartbeats
I used to be like the 11:45 PM bus from Central
The Saffron Hour on Ivory Sands
I let the salt-heavy breeze brush against my collarbones, a cool caress
Whispers from the Silver Grass Sea
I found a cassette tape in the attic of my new apartment—
The Salt of Your Skin and the Polka Dots of My Soul
I wonder why humans carry red bags to a blue sea. Is
The Scent of Stardust and Cotton
I have spent three years in Tokyo learning how to be invisible—
Between Two Heartbeats, a Cherry Blossom Breath
The city’s roar is merely a distant hum here, softened by
The Sanctuary Within My Own Skin
I used to believe that being alone was a deficit, a gap
The Salt in Your Breath
The city was too loud for my heart to hear itself. So
The Golden Hour Between Concrete and Petals
I live in a world of gray geometry—where the morning air
The Scent of Wisteria by the Two Lights
I remember how my breath used to feel like a trapped bird
The Salt-Scented Pause Between Us
The city had become a noise I could no longer tune out—
