Chlorophyll Heartbeat
Concrete veins humming below my feet.
I am a ghost in the
Summer Nostalgia
The Bamboo Sighs Your Name
I have escaped the iron pulse of Tokyo—the screeching trains, the
The Frost Between Our Fingertips
The air in this convenience store is sterile and cold, but my
The Gravity of a Single Smile
I have drifted through the neon vacuum of this city for years,
The Slowest Beat of My Heart
I have always lived my life like a fast-forward tape, racing through
The Golden Hour’s Quiet Promise
I had forgotten how the ocean speaks when it is not trying
A Pink Orbit Around You
I live in a city that breathes gray—concrete lungs and iron
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
