The Geometry of Softness
I wear the white armor because it makes me look untouchable, a
Hedgehog
The Architecture of Softness
They say Rome was built on stone, but today it feels like
The Warmth of a Paper Lantern in the Cold City Night
Everyone says I look approachable, all smiles and silk. They're
The Velvet Wall in Times Square
I put on the armor before I even stepped outside. The leather
The Geometry of Getting Lost
I told him the city was too loud, but really, I just
Armor of Silk and Petals
"Don't mistake stillness for submission. I stand here not
The Weight of Unspoken Things
He always found me observing the rain, didn't he? A
Ephemeral Echoes
The city tasted like ash and regret, a familiar flavor I’d
Fractured Light, Tender Scars
The chipped brick felt cold against my back. Good. I needed something
The Weight of Petals
He always chooses the muted blooms, doesn't he? The ones
Ephemeral Bloom
The scent of chrysanthemums is cloying, isn't it? Too much
Crimson Against Steel
The skyline bleeds into the dusk, doesn't it? A pretty
