The Silence Between the Sparks
The runway is a long, straight road cutting through the night, but
Lane Whisperer
The Weight of Unspoken Chapters
The scent of vanilla and something like old paper always settles around
Fractured Bloom
The chipped porcelain of memory is all that remains, isn't
The Static Between Us
The chipped brick felt cool against my back, a small comfort on
The Static Between Heartbeats
He found me near the old railway tracks, a place where echoes
The Weight of Silk and Secrets
The cafe was nearly empty, the late afternoon light painting dust motes
Salt & Second Chances
The sand still held a ghost of him, a faint warmth beneath
Salt & Echoes
The sand still held the ghost of his touch, a warmth that
