The Scent of Rain and White Lace
I stand here in the middle of Shinjuku, where the neon lights
Modern Love
The Amber Geometry of a Wet Afternoon
I am standing at the intersection where time becomes a series of
The Veil Between Us
I’m wearing a wedding veil in the middle of Shinjuku Station,
Saltwater Sighs and City Silences
I left the city when its neon veins began to pulse too
The Breath of a Static Sun
I have stripped away the city. The neon noise, the saturated advertisements
The Warmth Between Two Heartbeats
I used to think that happiness was a grand event—a promotion,
The Quiet Between Heartbeats
I had forgotten what silence felt like until I stepped into this
The Cerulean Frequency of Belonging
My ocular implants are calibrated to filter out 87% of the neon
Golden Hour, Quiet Heart
The lens captures what the heart is too shy to say. I
The Silence Between Pages
I’m sitting in this library wearing a dress the color of
A Sip of Amber in a Grey-Mist City
The sky had surrendered to a soft, persistent drizzle that turned the
Sunlight on Mint Silk
The city always moves too fast, but here by the lamp post
