The Scent of Salt Air and Sun-Bleached Silk
The city below is a hum of distant engines and glowing windows,
summer nostalgia
The Salted Whisper of Your Skin
The wind is a restless lover today, pulling at my hair and
Sunlight on Silk: The Quiet Mending of a Heart
The city breathes in heavy, metallic sighs behind me, but here, the
The Afterglow of a Salt-Stained Sun
The humidity hangs thick over the city like a damp veil, clinging
The Geometry of a Lingering Breath
I hold the lantern not as a light, but as an anchor
The Geometry of a Lingering Gaze
The city hums in the distance, a low vibration against the silence
The Temperature of a Lingering Sip
The cicadas scream in the periphery, a jagged pulse against the heavy
Saccharine Echoes in the Salt Air
The humidity hangs in the air like an unread letter, heavy with
Cyanide Skies and Sapphire Sighs
The city breathes in heavy, metallic sighs beyond the glass, but here,
Stationary Hearts in a Moving World
The humidity of the late afternoon hangs like a veil over the
The Horizon That Never Ends Because It Hasn't Begun
I am sitting on a beach that exists only because I chose
The Salt on a Ghost’s Skin
The water does not remember my name, yet it holds me in
