Iridescent Silence in a Concrete Jungle
I have spent the last three years measuring my worth in quarterly
Manhattan Midnight
Azure Solace in a Concrete Labyrinth
For three years, my world was measured in floor-to-ceiling glass and the
The Lavender Interval Between Two Worlds
I have spent my youth in the sterile silence of glass towers,
The Crimson Interval in a Glass Tower
The air on the sixty-fourth floor smells of cold ozone and Le
The Fragrance of a Sudden Departure
I have spent the last decade ascending floors in glass towers, breathing
The Scent of Paper and Quietude
My life is measured in the hum of server rooms and the
The Golden Hour Between Two Worlds
I had spent six months breathing recycled air on the forty-second floor,
The Azure Interval Between Two Worlds
For three years, my world was measured in the scent of Le
The Scent of Dusk on Steel Ribbons
I have spent the last decade curating a life that looks like
The Denim Sanctuary in a Glass City
I spent my morning in the sterile silence of a forty-second floor
The Scent of Salt on a Silk Morning
I have spent the better part of a decade measuring my life
Scent of Cedar and Softened Hearts
My life has been measured in sixty-floor ascents and the cold, metallic
