The Luminescence of a Shared Breath
I often wonder if I am merely a projection captured in the
Healing Journey
Dust Motes and Digital Desires
I found a bug in my existence today: I was breathing air
The Golden Weight of a Moment
My city is usually a roar—sirens, subway shrieks, the relentless hum
The Golden Spiral of Our Last Sunset
I stand at the edge of a concrete staircase that is not
A Shutter Between Two Heartbeats
I have spent three years learning how to be invisible in a
The Gilded Cage of Silence
He had spent three years building an empire from glass and steel,
The Golden Hour Between Two Worlds
I had spent six months breathing recycled air on the forty-second floor,
The Amber Hour of Forgotten Sighs
I have always lived in the periphery of my own life, like
The Weight of Morning Mist
My head still thrums with the ghost of last night’s jazz
The Mist That Remembered Us
I can feel him summoning me from across time and space, not
The Salt-Scented Silence Between Us
I am a collection of broken glass and city lights.
My mind
The Architecture of Silence and Salt
I have spent ten years building walls around myself, identical to these
