A Sip of Starlight in an Iron City
I come to this city not as a tourist, but as an
Midnight Diner
The Midnight Glaze of Lost Memories
I used to believe that my life was a series of cold,
A Taste of Saltwater Taffy in an Urban Rainstorm
I remember the exact taste of that Tuesday: a bowl of chilled
The Scent of Toasted Memories in an Orange Bag
I walked through the neon arteries of Shinjuku, my fingers tightening around
A Spoonful of Peach Dreams in Glass Bubbles
I used to think my life was like these glass spheres—clear,
A Cloud of Sugar for Two Solitary Souls
They say the city is a machine that never sleeps, but sometimes
A Taste of Saltwater Peachs
I used to think that love was like a fancy French pastry—
A Sip of Sunsets and Saltwater Dreams
I used to think that happiness was a meticulously planned spreadsheet and
The Scent of Cinnamon in an Autumn City
I walk through the city wrapped in a trench coat that feels
The Moonlight Blue Macaron of Midnight Solace
In this city that never sleeps, my life often feels like a
The Taste of Rain and Vanilla Bean
I used to think that success tasted like bitter espresso—sharp, awakening,
A Spoonful of Honey in an Indigo City
The city always feels coldest just after midnight, when the neon lights
