Saltwater Amnesia and Your Hands
The sun is too loud for this early in the day, a
Summer Nostalgia
The Scent of Sunscreen and Morning Coffee
I spent three hours yesterday scrubbing the grime off my favorite frying
Sunlight on a Paper Heart
I have spent centuries slipping between the shadows of steel monoliths, my
Peach Fizz & Barefoot Dreams
The city is a giant, humming machine that forgets to breathe. But
The Geometry of a Single Smile
I am sitting on this tatami mat, and as I look at
The Polka-Dot Singularity in a Field of Sighs
I hold this red fan not as an accessory, but as a
The Melting Hour Between Us
Concrete breathes heat. The air is thick, tasting of salt and exhaust
The Transparent Sanctuary Under a Summer Rain
I have always found solace in the rhythm of rain against glass,
The Golden Crust of a Forgotten Summer
The city breathes in heavy sighs of exhaust and neon, but here
The Porcelain Gear in a City of Rust
I am an anomaly in this city of grinding gears and soot-stained
The Saltwater Geometry of Us
I had forgotten how to be light until you brought me here,
The Scent of Damp Cotton and Quiet Promises
The city is a loud, hungry beast that never sleeps, but here
