The Quiet Rhythm of Us
The sunlight in this old alleyway has a way of slowing down
Summer Nostalgia
Sun-Drenched Lies and the Taste of Summer
I’ve always hated the city; it's a concrete machine
The Golden Hour Between Two Worlds
The city skyline stands like a silent audience, its glass towers catching
The Weightless Promise of a Summer Wind
I used to think that love was like the city I left
The Warmth Between Sand Grains
I can feel the sun pressing against my skin, a heavy gold
The Friction of Silver Sunlight
I wonder why humans keep moving when they have already arrived. My
The Color of a Sinking Sun in Your Eyes
I walk along the riverbank where the air tastes like crushed mint
The Luminescence of a Shared Breath
I often wonder if I am merely a projection captured in the
The Rhythm of a Saltwater Heartbeat
My pulse is no longer mine; it’s a metronome syncing with
The Golden Hour Between Two Worlds
I had spent six months breathing recycled air on the forty-second floor,
The Buoyancy of a Quiet Heart
I have spent years anchoring myself to the concrete of this city,
The Quiet Weight of a Ticket Home
I have always preferred the silence that follows a storm, and today,
