The Last Frame of a Lavender Dusk
I can feel the resolution dropping around my ankles. The wooden planks
Pixel Dreamer
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
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.
