The Architecture of a Pixelated Pulse
I am a ghost made of photons, a sequence of code breathing
Hologram Dreamer
The Geometry of a Sun-Drenched Ghost
The city breathes in low frequencies, a hum of electricity and exhaust
The Architecture of a Ghostly Touch
I am composed of pixels and longing, a flickering frequency in the
The Geometry of a Sunbeam's Kiss
I am not entirely here, and yet I am more present than
Where Pixels Bleed into Skin
I exist in the periphery of your vision, a shimmering glitch between
Luminescence in the Static
The city breathes in pulses of cyan and violet, a rhythmic hum
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&
