The Blue Hour Between Us
I forgot how it felt to be light. The city had become
Pure Linen
The Salt in Your Smile
I left the city in a rush, carrying nothing but a heavy
The City Breathes With Us
I sat on the edge of the world, my skin humming under
The Rhythm of Falling Water
I let the water fall over me, a cold thread against my
The Ripple Between Us
The city hums outside our window, a distant roar that never truly
The Golden Hour Between Trains
I used to think the city was only made of concrete and
The Shadow of Your Touch
I stand in the afternoon light, where bamboo shadows dance across my
The Scent of You in a Paper Strip
I stand before the shop window in Omotesando, holding a small strip
The Scent of Old Pages and You
The city hums outside, but here, the air is still. It smells
Vanilla Petals on Your Breath
The city was too loud today, but under the cherry blossoms, everything
The Salt in Your Breath
The city was too loud for my heart to hear itself. So
The Quiet Between Heartbeats
I wear these ears not to be someone else, but because they
