The Geometry of Stillness
The city outside is a blur of gray noise, a frantic pulse
Monochrome Ghost
The Architecture of a Sigh
The city outside is a violent scream of neon and motion, but
The Steam Between Us: A Study in Gray Silence
The world outside is a cacophony of neon and static, but here,
The Geometry of a Sigh
The city outside is a frantic blur of neon and noise, but
The Salt of Skin, The Silence of Light
The ocean is a vast, grey expanse of memory. I have spent
The Static Between Heartbeats
I am a ghost in this metropolis of neon arteries. They call
The Architecture of a Sigh
I strip away the noise of the city until only my skin
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.
