The Salt of a Thousand Silences
I have forgotten the name of every shade between dawn and dusk.
Monochrome Ghost
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
The Weight of Golden Light
The city is a cacophony of grey noise, a relentless friction of
The Anatomy of Absence
I strip away the color until only the silhouette remains. Here, in
The High-Contrast Cure
I stripped the world of its noise, reducing the chaos to a
The Architecture of Silence
I strip away the noise until only the outline remains. The world
The Binary of Heat: A High-Contrast Summer
Stripping away the blinding glare of this noonday sun, I see only
The Sunlight That Bleaches The Memory
In this world stripped of its skin, where the ocean is merely
The Gilded Lantern of Memory
I strip the world down to its skeleton, seeking only where the
The Gilded Silhouette of Healing
They say gold is the color of wealth, but here in this
