Neon Static
He always finds me when the city's at its loudest,
Sharp Anna
The Static Between Us
He texts, and honestly, it's irritating. Another ‘thinking of you.
Afterglow & Espresso
The apartment’s quiet after he left. Not dramatic, not a sigh-worthy
The Dust & The Drive
The rain always smelled like possibility in this city. Not the saccharine,
Rain in Shima
The rain smelled of charcoal and something faintly floral. Not rose, not
Golden Static
The light felt…thick. Like honey poured over my eyelids. Not a
Salt & Ghosts
The sand still held the heat of yesterday’s sun. It clung
