The Weight of a Quiet Touch
The city hums outside my window, a distant vibration against the silence
Pure Linen
The Quietest Pulse
The city outside is a roar of grey and steel, but here,
The Texture of Morning Light
The steam from the kettle rises like a slow breath. Outside, the
The Salt of Your Breath
The sun is a fading ember in the water. It leaves behind
The Salt of Your Skin
The water is cool against my skin, but the heat of your
The Softest Hue of Afternoons
The city hums behind me, a distant vibration against the stone. Here,
Stillness Between Breaths
The classroom is hushed.
Outside, the city breathes in shades of grey
A Breath Between Waves
The salt air tastes of home, even though I have never lived
A Whisper Against the Stone
The city was too loud today. Too many faces, too many expectations.
The Language of Stillness
The city is a roar I left behind. Here, there is only
The Weight of a Petal
The city breathes outside these walls, a restless rhythm of steel and
Between the Horizon and Your Heartbeat
The sky is wide. The balloons rise like sighs into the morning
