The Slow Thrum of Last Night's Fever
The light is too loud this morning, filtering through my thin curtains
Nostalgia
A Midnight Confession to the Stars We Cannot See
The city below us is a sea of electric gold, humming with
Ink Stains on a Sun-Drenched Curb
I sat there, the concrete cooling through my denim overalls, watching the
The Saltwater Echo of a Summer Dream
The air in this coastal town tastes of brine and old secrets,
The Azure Echo of a Summer Long Gone
I remember how the salt air always seemed to hold our secrets,
The Blue Hour of Our Eternal Summer
I remember the way the salt air felt against my skin, a
The Golden Hour in a Silver Frame
I have always lived in the reflection of things. The world tells
The Golden Hour Between Us
This frame is shot on 35mm Kodak Portra, I can almost smell
A Breath Sent to the Silent City
I have spent three years in an office that tastes of recycled
The Scent of Winter's First Breath
I remember the exact moment I stopped fighting the city's
The Golden Hour of Our Quiet Return
I used to think love was like the city's last
The Velocity of Longing
I always wondered if the wind at this altitude carried memories. Standing
