The Sun Bleeds Gold on My Skin
They say the city is a concrete beast that never sleeps, but
Hedgehog
The Geometry of Softness and Thorns
The sun is being far too honest today. It bleeds through the
Neon Rain, Glass Heart
I hate the rain. It is messy, inconvenient, and smells like wet
Saltwater Cure for Concrete Hearts
Tokyo is a machine designed to grind people into gray dust. I
The Fragile Geometry of Us
I hate how the sunlight exposes everything—the dust in the air,
Petals on Cold Concrete
I hate the way this city pretends to be alive. All these
The Temperature of Forgiveness
He thinks he knows me because he’s seen my spreadsheets and
The Fragile Weight of Raindrops
I’ve always preferred the rain; it's a convenient curtain
Sun-Drenched Lies and the Taste of Summer
I’ve always hated the city; it's a concrete machine
The Lunar Weight of Silence
My grandmother always said that grief is just love with nowhere to
The Velvet Silence of Us
I’ve spent three years building a glass wall around myself in
The Geometry of Solitude and Silk
I’ve spent three years perfecting the art of being untouchable. My
