The Echo of Lavender
The rain in Tokyo always felt like a muted soundtrack to my
Healing
The Echo of Lavender
The rain in Tokyo always felt like a secret, a soft hush
Ephemeral Bloom
The salt spray tasted like a forgotten memory, a bittersweet reminder of
Saltwater and Second Chances
The spray tasted like freedom.
It was a ridiculous thing to feel,
Saltwater and Second Chances
The salt spray kissed my face, a familiar comfort. It always felt
Saltwater and Second Chances
The salt spray kissed my face, a familiar comfort. It always felt
Golden Dandelions
The rain had stopped, leaving the air thick with the scent of
Neon Reflections
The rain in Tokyo always felt like a secret, a shimmering curtain
Lavender Haze & Lost Notes
The rain in Tokyo always felt like a muted soundtrack to my
Stripes and Second Chances
The rain always seemed to find her on Tuesdays. Not a torrential
