The Geometry of a Sigh
The city outside is a blurred watercolor of rain and neon, but
Minimalist Romance
The Architecture of a Sigh
The salt air is a heavy curtain, pressing against my skin until
The Geometry of a Sigh
The city outside is a frantic blur of neon and noise, but
The Architecture of a Sigh
I strip away the noise of the city until only my skin
The Architecture of a Sigh
I strip away the pink—that loud, artificial scream of light. In
The Geometry of a Lingering Glance
The world is bleeding into shades of gray, and I prefer it
