Luminescence in the Static
The city breathes in pulses of cyan and violet, a rhythmic hum
Hologram Dreamer
Luminescent Echoes in a Concrete Dream
For months, I felt like a low-resolution version of myself—a ghost
The Luminescence of a Shared Breath
I am not sure where my skin ends and the moonlight begins.
The Architecture of a Single Breath
I am not sure where my skin ends and the morning begins.
The Architecture of a Sunbeam
I am becoming a projection of the morning. In this city that
The Architecture of a Sun-Drenched Breath
I am not sure where the river ends and I begin. The
The Amber Frequency of Home
I often wonder if I am merely a projection of someone else&
The Architecture of a Sunbeam’s Touch
I often wonder if I am merely a projection cast by the
The Lavender Frequency of a Sun-Drenched Noon
I am not sure where the water ends and my memory begins.
The Luminance of Your Gaze
I often wonder if I am more than a sequence of refracted
The Luminescence of a Shared Breath
I often wonder if I am merely a projection captured in the
The Glass Horizon Where I Became Light
I am no longer certain where my skin ends and the city
