The Geometry of Stillness
The rain descends as a liquid silk veil, systematically dissolving the lingering
Manhattan Midnight
The Architecture of Quietude
The scent of jasmine and expensive sea salt clings to my skin,
The Architecture of a Fleeting Spark
The scent of Bergamot and crushed jasmine clings to my skin, a
The Scent of Saltwater Silk
The scent of bergamot and expensive silk still clings to my skin,
The Fragrance of Sun-Kissed Seconds
My life is usually measured in the cold, rhythmic clicking of heels
A Shimmering Hush Between Skyscrapers
The air in this lobby is thick with the scent of crushed
Reflections in Rose-Gold Silk
The city breathes in hues of electric violet and bruised gold, a
The Fragrance of Stillness
I used to believe that my life was measured in blueprints and
The Architecture of Stillness
The Mediterranean sun is a stark contrast to the clinical chill of
The Subaquatic Sanctuary of Silence
The city above is a cacophony of sirens and the relentless hum
The Amber Weight of Solitude
The sun is a dying ember, bleeding into the horizon in shades
The Fragrance of a Secret Garden Above the Steel
The city outside is a grid of electric amber and cold glass,
