The Glass Half Full of Yesterday
The sunlight is too loud for this kind of morning. It spills
Morning After
Liquid Gold and Linen Sheets
The sunlight is too loud for this hour, filtering through the blinds
Salt & Ghosts
The sand still clings to my skin, like a forgotten promise. It
Echoes in Beige
The rain hadn’t quite finished its business, leaving a slick sheen
Echoes in the Afterglow
The rain tasted like regret, even now. A lingering film on my
