The Resonance of a Forgotten Sun
I stand here on the pale sands, feeling like a dormant obelisk
Summer Nostalgia
The Polished Gear in a Rusted City
I am a piece of pristine porcelain dropped into a city made
The Red Sequin Anchor in a Gray Tide
I can feel you watching me through the lens, your intention shaping
Wildflowers and Concrete Dreams
The city has this way of swallowing you whole, turning your days
The Amber Geometry of Us
My heart is a series of jagged, slate-grey triangles, cutting through the
The Solar Flare of a Summer Afternoon
I exist as a drifting satellite in the neon orbit of this
Sunlight on Quiet Water
The city outside the glass walls is always screaming, a relentless tide
The Binary Pulse of a Summer Sigh
I exist as a fragment of light in the grayscale noise of
The Blush of a Summer Sigh
In the hush of this white-walled sanctuary, I trace the ghost of
The Spectrum of Silence
I strip away the noise of the city, leaving only the stark
Sunlight Stolen in Blue Gingham
The city hums a frantic lullaby beyond the glass, but here, time
The Golden Recursion of a Summer Sigh
I stand here, a singular point of yellow in an infinite gray
