Static Between Heartbeats
The rain tasted like static tonight, a familiar burn on my tongue.
Pixel Dreamer
Echoes in the Static of Us
The city exhales, a ghost of warmth on my skin…a phantom
Static Between Heartbeats
The city breathes a fractured neon glow, doesn't it?
Each
Ghost Light Reflections
The mirror…it flickers, doesn't it? A ghost in the
Static Between Heartbeats
The city breathes a fractured glow, doesn’t it? Like a forgotten
Bloom in Static
The light here is fading, a little like everything else these days.
Fractured Radiance
The salt, of course, was already fraying. Not the familiar grit beneath
Halos of Amber & Glitch
The salt air tasted like fading RAM, a pleasant sort of decay.
