The Architecture of a Sigh
I strip away the noise of the city until only my skin
Monochrome Ghost
The Architecture of Salt and Silence
I have stripped away the noise of the city, leaving only the
The Architecture of a Sigh
I strip away the pink—that loud, artificial scream of light. In
The Architecture of a Lingering Breath
I have learned to see the world in shades of gray, where
The Geometry of a Sweet Breath
In this city, colors are merely lies told by the neon. I
The Geometry of a Shared Breath
I am not looking for the sun; I am seeking its ghost.
The White Noise of Light
The city is a cacophony of neon screams and saturated lies. I
The Geometry of a Lingering Glance
The world is bleeding into shades of gray, and I prefer it
The Geometry of a Lingering Sigh
The sun does not shine here; it bleeds. I watch the dust
The Prism of a Fleeting Breath
I exist in the spaces between heartbeats, a flicker of light captured
The Architecture of a Sigh
I do not see the pink. To my eyes, it is merely
The Geometry of Quiet Longing
I strip away the city. The noise, the neon glare, the crushing
