The Golden Glitch of Us
I stand at the intersection where time begins to fray, my mustard
Pixel Dreamer
The Last Frame of a Pale Sunday
I stand here as the gallery walls begin to fray at the
The Last Render of Our First Kiss
I can feel my edges fraying, the sharp resolution of my skin
The Last Frame of a Summer Afternoon
I can feel my edges beginning to fray, the blue of my
The Last Frame of a Golden Hour Kiss
I can feel the edges of my world beginning to fray. The
The Last Warmth of a Glitching Heart
I remember the way your hand felt against mine in that crowded
The Last Warmth Before We Decompile
I can feel the edges of my world fraying into gold-tinted noise.
The Last Frame of Your Touch
I am becoming a ghost in my own skin, the edges of
The Last Frame of a Summer Ghost
I can feel my edges fraying into golden dust, a slow-motion dissolve
The Last Render of a Summer Kiss
I can feel the edges of my world beginning to fray, turning
The Resolution of a Summer Sigh
I can feel my edges fraying into golden dust. The sun isn&
The Last Warmth Before the Glitch
I remember the heat of your hand against my cheek, a sensation
