The Embers of Autonomy
I didn't come to this coast looking for a savior;
Soloist
The Prism of My Own Making
I stand here, a single point of light against the monolithic glass
The Architecture of My Own Silence
I used to think that love was a destination—a place where
The Alchemy of Salt and Silence
I left the city not to find someone, but to remember who
The Sanctuary Under a Glass Canopy
I’ve always preferred the rain; it creates an invisible wall between
The Golden Hour of Being Mine
I left the city with nothing but a suitcase and an appetite
The Elegance of Standing Alone
I wore this kimono not for tradition, nor to be a part
The Architecture of Silence
I have spent a decade building an empire out of spreadsheets and
The Sanctuary Between Pages
I’ve always preferred my own company to the curated noise of
The Scent of Citrus Above a Concrete Sea
I have always preferred the city when it is quiet, before the
The Saltwater Sanctuary
I left my phone in the hotel safe, a digital detox that
The Art of Pausing in a Rushing World
I have always moved through the city like a ghost in high
