White Sand and Plastic Promises
I wore the white bikini because it’s a cliché—the '
Sharp Anna
The Silence Between Pages
I’m sitting in this library wearing a dress the color of
Steel Skin and Silk Lies
I’m leaning against a wall of cold, polished steel that reflects
The Luxury of Being Alone with Water
He thinks he’s being romantic by leaving a single red rose
Chlorine Dreams and Plastic Promises
I’m standing in a pool that costs more per month than
Concrete Heatwave & Cheap Plastic Dreams
I’m sitting on these brutalist stairs in the middle of a
Sun-Drenched Lies in an Old Town Station
I’m sitting on a concrete ledge that's probably older
The Cost of Silk and Silence
I’ve spent three years climbing corporate ladders in a city that
The 10-Yen Cure for Urban Boredom
I’ve spent three years climbing a corporate ladder that feels more
The High-Rise Delusion
I’m standing on a rooftop in Shibuya, wearing white and blue—
The Geometry of a Temporary Heartbeat
I’m standing in the middle of Shibuya, molding my fingers into
Salt Water & Stale Promises
I’m sitting on this rock wearing a dress that costs more
