The Golden Hour Between Two Worlds
I had spent six months breathing recycled air on the forty-second floor,
Quiet Luxury
The Saccharine Siege of a Polka-Dot Summer
I stand here in this yellow polka-dot bikini—a garment designed to
The Alabaster Hour in Liquid Sapphire
The city hums in a distant, frantic rhythm beyond the concrete walls,
The Gingham Silence Between Two Cities
I have spent a decade mastering the art of being untouchable. In
The Temperature of a Glass Heart
My life is an inventory of curated silences and white linen. I
The Gilded Grain of Forgetting
They call this 'leisure,' but in my world, leisure is
The Denim Alibi in a Glass City
I have spent my life curated like a museum piece—silk sheets
The Sweetness of a Stolen Afternoon
I have spent my life in rooms where the air is chilled
The Scent of Salt on a Silk Morning
I have spent the better part of a decade measuring my life
The Temperature of Ivory Silk
I have spent my life curated like a museum piece—lit from
The Altitude of Intimacy
I am wearing a curated contradiction: the rugged utility of cargo shorts
The Pastel Alibi of an Urban Exile
They sold me this dress as 'Ethereal Morning,' a garment
