The Effervescent Threshold: Drinking from Another Shore
The condensation on the glass is not water; it is the sweat
Mirror Logic
A Pulse Beneath the Pixels
The air here smells of ozone and warm electronics—a sweet, metallic
The Symmetry of Your Touch
I live in a city that only knows how to mimic, and
Echoes in Plastic Spheres
I have always preferred the world behind the glass. Those tiny plastic
The Silver Surface of Us
I stand at the edge of the rooftop pool, but I am
The Gilded Prism of Us
I stand suspended between two worlds: the humid air of Tokyo'
The Silver Echo of a Glass Heart
I exist in two planes: the one where I dance under the
The Azure Echo of a Summer Afternoon
I have spent my life believing that the world is merely a
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
