The Azure Echo of a Summer Afternoon
I have spent my life believing that the world is merely a
Mirror Logic
The Neon Threshold of Us
I stand before this wall of glowing pink neon, but my eyes
The Golden Hour in a Silver Frame
I have always lived in the reflection of things. The world tells
The Silver Hour of Liquid Glass
I watch my reflection in the steaming surface of the jacuzzi, and
The Glass Breath of Green Silence
I have spent three years living behind a screen, my identity mirrored
The Pastel Echo of a Silent Garden
I walk barefoot on stones that remember the weight of centuries, but
The Chromatic Echo of Us
I am painting a dream onto a concrete wall, but as I
The Silver Pane Between Us
I have spent years staring into the shop windows of this alleyway,
The Silver Hour Between Us
I have spent my life believing that I am merely the echo
The Glass Heart of Kyoto
I stand before this ancient temple, but my eyes are not on
The Concrete Shore of a Glass City
I am curled into myself like a question mark on this concrete
The Silver Skin of a Concrete Dream
I stand on the edge of this city, draped in a translucent
