A Pink Orbit Around You
I live in a city that breathes gray—concrete lungs and iron
Summer Nostalgia
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
The Polka Dot Memory of a Summer Noon
I remember the way you looked at me when I stepped through
The Silver Echo in a Silent Desert
The sun here does not just shine; it weighs upon the skin
The Salt-Stained Silence Between Us
The sun is a heavy hand pressing against my skin, smelling of
