The Scent of Sunlight Between Trees
The city hums in my ears like a distant hive of bees,
Laundry Line
Between the City and Your Skin
The glass is cold against my fingertips, a transparent barrier between me
Cotton Whispers Beneath the Tokyo Glow
The city hums a frantic tune, all neon lines and rushing footsteps
The Saltwater Hush
Back in the city, my life was a series of loud alarms
The Iridescent Hum of Tuesday Nights
Under the sterile glare of city lights, I always felt like a
The Taste of Sunday Afternoon
My city life is a series of sharp edges and cold glass,
The Soft Echo of Concrete Dreams
The concrete is cold against my skin, a stark contrast to the
The Scent of Chlorine and Starlight
He always smells like old books and cold morning air, but today
Salt Air and Linen Dreams
I used to think love was a series of grand gestures—bouquets
The Architecture of a Sunday Afternoon
I have always believed that love isn't found in grand
The Scent of Summer Starlight
I had spent three years chasing deadlines in a glass tower where
The Fragrance of Rain-Dampened Wool
I stood at the edge of the pier, letting the gray mist
