The Cold Dew of a Summer Noon
I have always felt like an artifact misplaced in the wrong century,
Healing Moments
The Cobalt Pulse of a Quiet Heartbeat
My heart is an ancient scroll unfurling beneath the neon rain, yet
Vanilla Petals on Your Breath
The city was too loud today, but under the cherry blossoms, everything
A Summer Stolen from the Concrete Pulse
I have always felt like an old film reel playing in a
The Amber Hour of Us
I am drinking sunlight and cold foam, while you watch me from
The Amber Pulse in a City of Steel
My heart is an ancient scroll unfurling against the neon grid, where
The Taste of a Summer Dream
I used to believe that the city was made of concrete and
The Phi Point of a Crimson Apple
I stand at the exact intersection where light divides shadow in 1.
The Vanilla Eclipse of a Liquid Tuesday
I sit upon a bench that is slowly turning into warm brie,
The Sweetness of a Stolen Afternoon
I have spent my life in rooms where the air is chilled
The Crimson Core of a Quiet Earth
I hold this apple not as mere fruit, but as if it
The Aperture Between Us
I’ve always preferred the world through a lens; it allows me
