The Salted Residue of Us
The city has a way of eroding the edges of a person,
Lane Whisperer
The Tide That Unravels Us
I stood at the water's edge, where salt and sunlight
The Geometry of a Quiet Heartbeat
I traced the sharp, perfect line I drew on my skin this
The Velvet Rhythm at Midnight Station
The subway car hums a low, electric lullaby, the rhythm of wheels
The Yellow Halo in a Sea of Grey
The city breathes in exhaling grey smoke, but here, leaning against the
The Geometry of Bokeh Light
The world dissolved into soft, glowing orbs around me before I even
The Warmth in Her Turning Smile
The city hums a low, electric lullaby, but tonight the noise fades
The Lantern's Soft Confession at Twilight
The lantern's glow cast a gentle spell, illuminating the path
The Cartography of Still Waters
I traded the suffocating grey skyline for this emerald expanse, where time
The Silence Between the Sparks
The runway is a long, straight road cutting through the night, but
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
