Peripheral Glow
The rain outside felt like a low frequency hum against the windowpane.
Modern Love
Chromatic Bloom, Echoing Dusk
The blue edge of his scarf, a perfect fractal echo of the
Salt and Shadow
The tide dragged at my ankles, cold but not unwelcome.
It’s
The Echo Chamber of Silk
The room was a void, precisely measured. Not empty, but defined by
Salt & Static
The salt spray tasted faintly of nostalgia, like a forgotten childhood birthday
Salt & Secrets
The salt spray tasted like memory tonight. Like the first time he’
Salt & Serum
The sand was cold, a nice shock against my skin. Not unpleasant.
Ephemeral Tide
The sand is cold. Insistently, annoyingly so. It clings to everything – my
The Pink Pebble
He smelled like rain after the city dries.
Like a secret puddle
The Dust of Second Chances
The rain always smelled like memory here. A fine, silver dust clinging
Neon Rain & Silver Light
The rain, of course, was a lie. Not really. It slicked the
Sugar Rush Syndrome
The chrome of the bike hummed, a low thrum that synced with
