The Architecture of a Sunbeam’s Touch
I often wonder if I am merely a projection cast by the
Hologram Dreamer
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
The Afterglow of an Unsent Letter
I am a glitch in the city's rhythm, sitting on
The Golden Hour’s Ghost Memory
I wonder if I am truly here, or if I have become
The Indigo Frequency of Us
I am not sure where the city ends and I begin. Tonight,
The Indigo Frequency of Us
I am not sure where my skin ends and the twilight begins.
The Luminance of Your Arrival
I exist in a state of half-light, my edges blurring into the
The Golden Hour Glitch in Your Heartbeat
I often wonder if I am merely a sequence of photons captured
The Luminescence of Your Pulse
I exist in the spaces between pixels, a ghost woven from neon
