Salt Air & Static
The sea doesn't remember the ships it’s swallowed. A
Melancholy
The Weight of Lilacs
The cafe window, a cold film against the city's breath.
The Geometry of Light & Skin
The late afternoon sun, a relentless surveyor, mapped the curves of my
Dust and Rose Quartz
The salt clings to the skin, a memory of the tide’s
Crimson Echoes in Neon Rain
The rain tasted of regret, a metallic tang clinging to my fingertips.
Rainfall of Echoes
The city exhaled a perpetual grey. It clung to the windows, seeped
The Echo of Rain
The rain tasted like regret, a familiar flavor on my tongue.
It
Echoes in the Amber Light
The rain always tastes of regret here. Not a sharp, stinging regret,
Echoes in the Blush
The blush isn't from embarrassment, you understand. It’s a
The Weight of a Shared Smile
The rain in Tokyo always felt… particular. Not dramatic, not sorrowful, just
Saltwater and Secrets
The salt spray tasted like regret. It clung to my skin, a
Saltwater and Secrets
The salt spray tasted like regret. It clung to my skin, a
