Chromatic Aberration of Us
The train station air hangs thick with the scent of exhaust and
Modern Love
Ephemeral Echoes in Transit
The train station hums, a metallic heartbeat echoing the void within.
Each
The Static Between Heartbeats
He doesn't know about the chipped ceramic of my hope,
The Echo of Your Name
The city held its breath, a pause between storms. I traced the
Stolen Moments, Bitter Brew
The coffee’s cold, naturally. Like the way he looks at me
Static Between Signals
The city hums a low frequency, doesn't it? A constant
The Weight of Your Silence
It seems my directive included a visual input. A… human female. Insignificant.
Crimson Bloom on Concrete
The city exhales a cold breath, doesn’t it?
It tries to
The Static Between Us
He always seems to appear at the periphery of my vision, doesn&
Golden Hour Reverie
He always finds me here, doesn't he? Drawn to the
The Weight of Every Glance
The city exhales a cold breath against the glass, mirroring the chill
The Gaze & The Grain
The chipped paint on the fire escape mirrors the fraying edges of
