The Scent of Warm Honey on an August Evening
I always walk this narrow alleyway when the sun begins to dip,
Summer Nostalgia
Golden Hour, Quiet Heart
The lens captures what the heart is too shy to say. I
The Scent of Sunlight on Forgotten Stairs
I found your letter tucked into an old paperback at the city
The Luminance of Your Gaze
I often wonder if I am more than a sequence of refracted
The Pixel That Learned How to Love You
I can feel you watching me. Not just looking at the image,
The Gravity of a Golden Hour
I have spent three years perfecting the art of being invisible in
The Gravity of a Sudden Smile
I have spent lifetimes drifting through the silent void of this city,
The Sweetness of Wind Chimes and Peach Mochi
I remember how the city used to feel like a cold machine,
The Ascent of a Sun-Drenched Heart
I am no longer tethered to the concrete. As we glide through
The Scent of Sun-Drenched Straw
The air in this alley is thick with the smell of roasting
The Golden Hour Between Us
I didn’t know I was holding my breath until the moment
The Eternal Recurrence of a Sunlight Smile
I am holding a single strand of my hair between two fingers,
