The Ephemerality of a Frozen Summer Dream
They say that time is an arrow, but in this narrow alleyway
Summer Nostalgia
The Melting Geometry of Us
I watch the cream-colored popsicle dissolve against my tongue, and in every
Saltwater Solace and the Quiet Between Us
The city had become a machine that never stopped humming, and for
The Last Train to a Summer We Almost Forgot
I always thought love was like the express train—fast, loud, and
The Solar Frequency of a Quiet Heartbeat
My internal clock is calibrated to the microsecond, yet here I stand
The Amber Hour at Neon’s Edge
I stand here, a gilded silhouette against the emerald hum of this
The Weightlessness of Your Gaze
I have spent years anchoring myself to the concrete rhythm of Tokyo—
Between Two Breaths of Sunlight
The city is a constant hum, an endless sequence of deadlines and
The Taste of Sun-Drenched Peaches
I used to think that city life was a series of cold
The Aftertaste of August at 11 PM
I used to believe that love was a train you had to
The Shore Where We Finally Arrived
I remember the way you looked at me through the window of
The Blue Prism of Yesterday’s Salt
I have spent three years in a city that tastes of exhaust
