The Silken Echoes of a Quiet Heart
I stepped away from the jagged glass skyline and into this sanctuary,
Modern Romance
Silk Echoes in the Silent Alley
The satin clings to my skin like a second, more honest layer
The Symmetry of Your Touch
I live in a city that only knows how to mimic, and
A Crimson Pulse in Silent Stone
I move through this city of stone like a pale ghost, my
Chrome Hearts and Neon Sighs
I’m wearing this outfit like a scream. These silver boots are
Velvet Silence Amidst Neon Dust
The city is an archive of forgotten whispers, and I am but
Gilded Echoes on a Glass Shore
I have spent my existence as a curated exhibit, draped in fabrics
The Embers of Autonomy
I didn't come to this coast looking for a savior;
The Overexposed Silence of August
The frame is drenched in a high-key, overexposed glow—the kind of
Golden Drift: The Weightless Return
The city was a leaden coat I finally learned to shed. Here,
The Saltwater Hush
Back in the city, my life was a series of loud alarms
The Buoyancy of a Summer Sigh
I exhale, and the world detaches from my heels. These bubbles are
