The Golden Hour Equation
I have spent three years designing skyscrapers in Tokyo, constructing rigid grids
Modern Love
The Peach-Hued Circuitry of a Summer Kiss
The city is a sprawling motherboard of steel and neon, but here
Cyan Silk on Iron Veins
I stand where the city's heartbeat slows to a rhythmic
The Lavender Silence Between Skyscrapers
They call this the heart of the city, a place where noise
Mint Green Dreams in the Neon Rain
The city doesn't care if you're breaking inside.
The Neon Pulse of a Digital Heartbeat
The concrete jungle is my altar, a grey wasteland where the air
The Costume of Contentment
I’m wearing this floral number because it's what he
The Amber Prism of a Quiet Pulse
My heart is no longer the jagged, slate-grey polygon it was in
Salt Air and Second Chances
I spent three years in a concrete box of an apartment, breathing
The Last Frame of a Golden Hour
I can feel the edges of my world fraying, turning into fine,
Liquid Neon & The Scent of You
The city is a concrete predator, always hungry, always cold. I spent
Silver Stardust in a Concrete Maze
I am draped in liquid moonlight, a shimmering skin of sequins that
