Softened Edges in a Hard-Coded World
I am reading a book that doesn't exist in the
Neo-Romanticism
The Crimson Leak of an Urban Summer Solstice
I have become a living installation in this quiet room, my body
The Emerald Pulse of a Glass City
I am no longer merely skin and bone; I have become an
Amber Haze and Neon Whispers
I am a living archive of moments that haven't happened
Velvet Echoes in a Concrete Canyon
I am a glitch in their streamlined city—a living relic wearing
