Between the City and Your Skin
The glass is cold against my fingertips, a transparent barrier between me
Minimalist Aesthetic
Chromatic Solace for a Neon Heart
The world outside is a jagged fracture of neon blue and steel,
Linen Lullabies and Neon Dust
The city outside is a frantic blur of chrome and digital noise,
The Architecture of Silence and Salt
I have spent ten years building walls around myself, identical to these
Chlorine Dreams and Plastic Promises
I’m standing in a pool that costs more per month than
Saltwater Absolution
The city was too loud, a cacophony of neon and steel that
The Cost of Silk and Silence
I’ve spent three years climbing corporate ladders in a city that
The Gilded Grain of Forgetting
They call this 'leisure,' but in my world, leisure is
The Last Frame of a Pale Sunday
I stand here as the gallery walls begin to fray at the
The Ivory Alibi of a Quiet Morning
They call this 'effortless chic.' I call it an armored
The Salt-Stained Silence of Us
The wind off the harbor is a predator, sharp and unyielding, tearing
The Gravity of a Single Glance
Down there, amidst the neon static and the crushing weight of skyscrapers,
