The White Interval Between Us
I have stripped away the blue of the river and the gray
Minimalism
The White Silence Between Us
I have learned to erase the world until only two things remain:
The Temperature of Silence
I have learned to love the city when it forgets its own
The Sweetness Between Aisles
I stood in the beverage aisle for ten minutes, just holding two
The Amber Hour in a Neon Desert
I have spent my life curated like a gallery piece—all white
The Silver Echo in a Silent Desert
The sun here does not just shine; it weighs upon the skin
The Temperature of Silence
He speaks in low frequencies, the kind that settle beneath the skin
The Alabaster Silence of Midday
The city is a carnivorous beast, all steel teeth and neon blood
The Geometry of a Quiet Heartbeat
I have stripped away the neon noise of Tokyo. The world is
The Architecture of a Sigh
I have stripped away the blue of my dress and the gold
The Geometry of a Heartbeat
I have stripped away the gold of these fields and the turquoise
Moonlight on Bare Skin
The city is a distant hum, remembered only in the rhythm of
