The Gravity of a Single Smile
I have drifted through the neon vacuum of this city for years,
Summer Nostalgia
The Slowest Beat of My Heart
I have always lived my life like a fast-forward tape, racing through
The Golden Hour’s Quiet Promise
I had forgotten how the ocean speaks when it is not trying
A Pink Orbit Around You
I live in a city that breathes gray—concrete lungs and iron
The Scent of Wildflowers and Quiet Promises
The city had become too loud for my heart to hear itself.
Crimson Pulp on a Porcelain Porch
The city is a grinding machine, all steel teeth and smog-stained concrete.
The Yellow Hour Before Midnight
I used to count the minutes by the flicker of fluorescent lights
The Carousel That Never Started
I am sitting on this horse because tomorrow you will tell me
Breath of an Amber Afternoon
Steel blades spinning white noise into a lullaby.
I am skin and
The Golden Hour’s Quiet Confession
The train hums a low, steady lullaby against the iron tracks—a
Probability Zero: The Sweetness of Now
Data point 742-B: A blue soda bottle, condensation at 1.2mm thickness,
A Blueprint for Eternal Summers
I have always felt like a misplaced letter in an era of
