The Amber Hour Between Us
A single drop of condensation sliding down a cold glass.
The rhythmic
Kaleidoscope
The Steam Between Us and Everything Else
A paper cup. Heat seeping through cardboard into my palms—a small,
The Amber Hour Between Us
A single drop of honey in Earl Grey.
The way the golden
The Glass Heartbeat in Midtown
Glass shards of a Tuesday afternoon... the scent of roasted coffee and
The Prism Between Two Heartbeats
A single drop of water on my collarbone—cold, precise.
I remember
The Aperture Between Us
Shards. My life is composed of them: the cold glass of a
The Yellow Thread Between Us
I am composed of shards. A single yellow string tied in a
Saltwater Amnesia and Your Name on My Skin
The city was a grey hum, an endless loop of fluorescent lights
The Architecture of Sunlight and Skin
A sliver of a memory: the smell of ozone before rain, and
The Warmth Between Two Heartbeats
I remember... no, I cannot recall a single timeline. Only shards.
Shard
Shattered Light and Saltwater Sighs
I remember... not as a line, but as shards.
A cold office
The Architecture of Melt and Memory
A single drop. Cold against my skin, yet I feel the heat
