The Silence Between Pages
I have always found my sanctuary in the scent of old paper
SelfDiscovery
The Altitude of My Own Heartbeat
I left my phone in the car, and with it, a dozen
Gold Dust and Saltwater Solitude
For six months, my world had been measured in quarterly projections and
Basking in the Golden Hour of New Beginnings
The city hums a low, electric note behind me, but here where
The Architecture of Chlorophyll and Skin
I traced the architecture of my own hesitation against the glass. The
The Geometry of a Soft Smile in the Rain
I stood before the lake, where ancient stone met modern water, holding
The Geometry of Getting Lost
I told him the city was too loud, but really, I just
