The Taste of a Summer Dream
I used to believe that the city was made of concrete and
Summer Nostalgia
Where Your Breath Meets My Saltwater Skin
I have spent three years in an office where the light is
The Geometry of a Summer Sigh
I have always lived my life according to blueprints—precise, scalable, and
A Sip of Summer Silence
I used to believe that love was a storm—something loud and
The Scent of Summer Between Us
I remember how the city used to feel—a concrete tide that
Saffron Sunsets and Salt-Stained Sheets
My head still hums with the ghost of last night’s jazz—
The Sweetness of a Stolen Afternoon
I have spent my life in rooms where the air is chilled
Where the Salt Wind Whispers Your Name
I left the city when my heart felt like a drought-stricken field,
The Salt-Stained Memory of a Summer Long Gone
I have always felt like an artifact misplaced in time, a porcelain
Resonance of a Glass Heartbeat
I have always lived in the margins—between the ticking clock and
The Blue Hour Between Two Heartbeats
I used to be like the 11:45 PM bus from Central
The Resonance of a Forgotten Pulse
I sit upon this weathered pier, my skin humming with the ghost-frequency
