The Origami Tether to Yesterday's Tomorrow
A single white crease. The scent of old paper and new rain.
Kaleidoscope
The Blue Hour Between Us
Silver light fractures against the harbor. I am standing at the edge
The Salt-Scented Silence Between Us
I am a collection of broken glass and city lights.
My mind
The Sugar-Glazed Silence Between Us
A single bite. That is where my world begins today.
The sun
The Blue Thread Between Concrete and Clover
A single shard: the scent of warm clover crushing beneath my palms.
The Scent of Indigo and Raindrops
Fragment one: A sudden downpour in Tokyo. The sky is the color
The Wind’s Soft Confession in Pastel Pink
A single frame: me, the pinwheel, and a sky that forgot how
The Salt-Kissed Silence Between Us
A single kernel. Golden, jagged—like the way my heart broke in
The Mint-Colored Echoes of Us
A single shard: the scent of coconut oil and sea salt clinging
The Geometry of Us in Blue Denim
A brick wall. Cold, rough against my shoulder blades—the texture of
The Amber Hour Between Us
A single drop of condensation sliding down a cold glass.
The rhythmic
The Steam Between Us and Everything Else
A paper cup. Heat seeping through cardboard into my palms—a small,
