The Softness Between Steel Beams
I live in a city that breathes grey—monolithic slabs of brutalist
Modern Love
The Golden Frequency of a Heartbeat
I stand upon this concrete precipice, a fragile vessel in an ocean
The Analog Frequency of You
My life has long been a series of clean lines and cold
The Sprint Towards a Beautiful Mistake
I am running across this crosswalk like a character in some low-budget
The Fragrance of Rain-Dampened Wool
I stood at the edge of the pier, letting the gray mist
The Golden Hour Between Two Heartbeats
I left the city when its concrete pulse began to feel like
The Altar of Beautiful Lies
I stand here in this white shroud, looking like a saint who’
The Rhythm of Us: Projected Hearts
I used to think strength was a solo sport—the early morning
Where the Wind Forgets to Rush
I used to believe that love was a chase—a series of
Saffron Breath in a Neon City
Glass towers. The city hums a cold, electric blue.
I carry the
The Temperature of Forgiveness
He thinks he knows me because he’s seen my spreadsheets and
The Golden Hour Between Two Worlds
I can feel you watching me. I know—you think I’m
