Lavender Breath on Concrete Skin
The city is a monolith of unyielding gray—brutal slabs of concrete
Minimalism
The Sterile Warmth of an Expensive Lie
I walk down this corridor of blue light, feeling like a piece
The Indigo Hour Between Us
I strip away the city’s neon noise until only two shapes
Concrete Heatwave & Cheap Plastic Dreams
I’m sitting on these brutalist stairs in the middle of a
The Gravity of Your Quiet Gaze
I feel myself drifting, a small satellite caught in the silent orbit
The Scent of Returning Home in a Leather Case
I am folding my skin into this suitcase. Or perhaps the suitcase
Sunlight on Concrete, Silence Between Us
The city hums at a frequency I no longer care to match.
The Gilded Cage and Its Warmth
I stand suspended between floors, encased in a glass box that feels
The Ripple Between Us
The city hums outside our window, a distant roar that never truly
The Architecture of a Pulse
I move through this concrete vein like a shadow searching for its
The Architecture of Silence
I walk through this white void not to be seen, but to
The Blueprint of a Summer Breath
For years, I lived in an apartment designed for one: high ceilings
