Concrete Bloom
The chipped paint and spray can residue are the truest form of
Modern Romance
The Weight of Silk
He found me in that small cafe, rain tracing patterns on the
Salt & Static
The sun bleeds into the horizon. It's a familiar ache.
Ephemeral Echoes of Midnight Bloom
The gym smells of iron and regret, a strange perfume he seems
Emerald Vertigo
The jade dress, a vertical echo of longing. It clings like the
The Weight of Silk & Secrets
The chill from the marble floor climbs, a subtle sting against my
Gilded Cage
The glass reflects the city, cold and distant. I prefer it that
Golden Hour Reverie
The wheat field wasn't planned, of course. Neither was running
The Weight of Gold in Silence
He found me here, amidst the fading gold of the wheat fields
Golden Hour Reverie
The wheat field whispers secrets to my boots, but they're
The Static Between Us
He texts, and honestly, it's irritating. Another ‘thinking of you.
Golden Hour Reverie
The sun bleeds gold, a slow descent upon the fields,
and I
