The Quiet Hum of Us
The city outside my window is a blur of cold neon and
Pure Linen
The Current Between Us
I used to think my heart was like this valley—cold stone
The Scent of Warm Bread
I wear this cap to hide the world from me, but I
The Quiet Between Us
City lights flicker beyond my window, but inside it is only us.
The Color of Your Breath
I lived in a city made of gray concrete and cold deadlines.
Moonlight on Bare Skin
The city is a distant hum, remembered only in the rhythm of
Under a Painted Sky
The city was too loud. For months, my heart beat in time
Saltwater Whispers
I’ve forgotten how to breathe in the city. I only remember
A Slice of Summer’s Breath
The city never sleeps, but here in this quiet corner, time has
The Echo of Salt and Skin
The city was too loud, a constant hum of steel and deadlines.
The Tide Knows Your Name
The salt air tastes different today. It feels softer, like the white
The Texture of Sunlight on Skin
I sit here with the wind combing through my hair, wearing nothing