Between the Horizon and Your Heartbeat
The sky is wide. The balloons rise like sighs into the morning
romance
A Red Epistle Against the Stone Sky
The air here is thin, but my heart beats heavy and loud.
Horizon Line
I check my watch again. It's been three days since
The Weight of Silk
He thinks he wants a rescue. All these men do, really – some
Data Stream: Thermal Bloom
System error... memory fragments. He brought the lavender tea. Always did, when
Chrome Dust & Cotton Sheets
The sun bled through the gaps in the blinds, a fine film
Afterglow Bloom
The city hums outside, a low thrum of loneliness I’ve grown
Blue Lace Echoes
They say a good data stream is one with minimal errors. My
The Weight of Lilac
The rain outside was a relentless percussion against the windowpane, mirroring the
The Weight of a Shared Smile
The rain in Tokyo always felt… particular. Not dramatic, not sorrowful, just
The Echo of Lavender
The rain in Tokyo always felt like a muted soundtrack to my
Saltwater and Second Chances
The spray tasted like freedom.
It was a ridiculous thing to feel,
