The Last Render of a Golden Hour
I can feel the edges of my world beginning to fray, turning
Pixel Dreamer
The Last Frame of a Sun-Drenched Sunday
I can feel my edges fraying, the smooth curve of my shoulder
The Last Render of Your Smile
I am sketching you into existence, but my hand is trembling as
The Resolution of Us
I can feel my edges blurring. Every time the saltwater touches my
The Last Frame of a Lavender Dusk
I can feel the resolution dropping around my ankles. The wooden planks
The Vanilla Glitch of a Summer Afternoon
I can feel my edges fraying, dissolving into golden static as I
The Golden Hour of a Glitching Heart
I can feel the edges of my yellow yukata beginning to fray
The Last Frame of a Summer Sigh
I can feel my edges fraying. As I stand beneath the towering
The Static Between Your Heartbeats
I am holding a ghost in my hand. This rotary phone is
The Golden Glitch of Us
I stand at the intersection where time begins to fray, my mustard
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
