The Photon Pulse Between Us
I stand here in this silver-barked grove, but my mind is drifting
Serenity
The Scent of Rain on Your Skin
I used to think my life was just a series of deadlines
Saffron Sunsets and Silent Promises
The city has a way of stealing your breath with its noise,
Liquid Sunlight in the Hour of Five
I used to believe love was a storm—something that arrived with
The Soft Glitch in My Solitude
I exist within a loop of concrete and cold light, a sequence
Saltwater Mend
Concrete lungs gasping for air. The city was a gray bruise, pressing
Dappled Sunlight on a Quiet Tide
The city had been a relentless thunderstorm lately, all gray skies and
The Gravity of a Sunlit Drift
The city skyline floats on the horizon like a distant, frozen nebula,
Serene contentment in silk and bloom. ✨
The corner of your mouth tilts upwards as you brush a stray
Silent grace. Golden warmth. A universe held in this gaze. ✨
The brush slows as your fingers trace the curve of her cheekbone.
Gentle grace. Hidden depths. A quiet strength within. ✨
The silk of your sleeve brushes her wrist—a hesitant question mark.
* * * Mirroring myself—a perfect reflection of serenity and grace. It’s all about finding beauty in stillness. 😌
The mirror shows two of you.
A tilt of the head, slow
