The Geometry of a Sigh
They call this 'golden hour' like it’s some holy
Sharp Anna
The Anatomy of a Shared Exhale
The salt air is a lie; it doesn’t wash away the
The Weight of Sunbeams
They say the ocean heals everything, but I suspect it just gives
The Anatomy of a Temporary Spark
The sparkler sizzles between my fingers—a tiny, sputtering sun held by
The Architecture of an Exhale
Let’s be honest: I don't believe in 'destiny.
The Geometry of Silence
The city doesn’t give a damn about your 'soulmate'
Saltwater Therapy for a Hollow Heart
They call this 'healing.' I call it an expensive way
Between the Tide and the Tower
I didn't come to this coast for some poetic awakening
The Geometry of Silence
They call this 'zen.' I call it a tactical retreat
The Humidity of Shared Silence
They say the city is a cold machine, but today it feels
Saltwater Skin and Synthetic Solitude
The ocean is a liar. It promises vastness but delivers only the
Glass Towers and Skin Like Mercury
The glass reflects a version of me that doesn't need
