A Midnight Confession to the Stars We Cannot See
The city below us is a sea of electric gold, humming with
South Wind
The Weightless Whisper of July
I remember the way the city always felt too heavy, a concrete
The Golden Hour of Our Quiet Forever
I remember the way the city noise used to echo in my
The Azure Echo of a Summer Long Gone
I remember how the salt air always seemed to hold our secrets,
The Iridescent Echo of a Summer Dream
I remember the way the city air always felt too heavy, thick
The Scent of Petals and Forgotten Promises
I remember the way you used to speak about this garden, as
The Turquoise Memory of August
I remember the way you looked at me that afternoon, as if
The Blue Hour of Our Eternal Summer
I remember the way the salt air felt against my skin, a
The Golden Hour of Us
I remember the way you looked at me—not just with your
The Song That Kept Our Winter Warm
I used to think that cities were made of concrete and cold
The Scent of Winter's First Breath
I remember the exact moment I stopped fighting the city's
The Warmth of Water and Whispers Long Forgotten
The city outside is a blur of neon and haste, but in
