The Velvet Altar of a Quiet Tuesday
I have spent my life believing that I am the original, but
Mirror Logic
The Blue Horizon Within Me
I have spent years living in a city of steel and glass,
The Silver-Haired Echo in a Sea of Ink
I am reading a book, but the ink is merely an invitation
The Gilded Threshold of Us
I have spent years living in the reflection of my own life—
The Pink Van’s Glass Heartbeat
I often wonder if the real me is not standing on this
The Gilded Echo of a Touch
I have spent years perfecting my surface—a polished facade that reflects
The Reflected Noon
The city was a cacophony of glass and steel, a place where
The Glass Is More Real Than The Skin
I watched her through the pane, a perfect duplicate of my own
The Wet Asphalt Mirror: A Reflection of Warmth in a Cold City
I walked through the city, feeling like an island amidst the bustling
The Velvet Reflection in Red Lettering
I stepped onto the stone stairs, clutching a bouquet of pink roses
The Glass Ocean's Reflection
I stand barefoot on the shifting sand, feeling a warmth that feels
Golden Hour Reverie
The dust motes dance, a mirrored constellation in the sun’s descent.
