The Architecture of a Single Touch
I have forgotten the names of colors. In this city, life is
Monochrome Ghost
The Geometry of a Quiet Heartbeat
I have stripped away the neon noise of Tokyo. The world is
The Architecture of a Sigh
I have stripped away the blue of my dress and the gold
The Weight of a Single Breath
The city is a blur of neon noise, but here—in the
The Geometry of a Heartbeat
I have stripped away the gold of these fields and the turquoise
The Golden Hour’s Last Breath
The city was a grid of cold grey and flickering neon, where
The Silver Hour of Us
The world is too loud in color, so I have stripped it
The Architecture of a Sigh
I have forgotten the language of color. My world is now a
The Salt of a Thousand Silences
I have forgotten the name of every shade between dawn and dusk.
The Geometry of a Golden Hour
I have learned to strip the world of its noise until only
The Geometry of a Sunlit Sigh
I strip away the noise. The graffiti wall behind me is merely
The Afterglow of Silence
Color is a distraction. The neon lights of the city, the frantic
