Neon Syrup on a Fevered Tongue
The city breathes in neon gasps, a humid pulse that sticks to
summer nostalgia
The Geometry of a Melting Moment
The air in the city has a way of thickening near the
The Geometry of a Shared Breath
The pool water is a mirror of liquid turquoise, reflecting the confetti
The Salt of Summer, The Sweetness of Now
The ocean air always tastes of salt and secrets. Every time I
Echoes of a Summer Rain
The city breathes in heavy, humid sighs today. I can feel the
The Crimson Seed of Summer's Memory
The wood of the engawa feels cool beneath me, a sharp contrast
The Alchemy of Sun-Bleached Linen
The sun is a heavy, molten gold poured over the city'
The Geometry of a Blue Ripple
The water is a blueprint of fractured light, each ripple calculating the
The Scent of Petals in a Concrete Labyrinth
The air in the boardroom was always sterile, smelling of expensive vellum
The Saltwater Cure for a Concrete Heart
The city air always tastes of exhaust and deadlines, a heavy wool
The Syrup’s Slow Melt in a Neon Twilight
The festival lights hummed like a low fever against the cooling night,
The Salt of Memories on a Summer Breeze
The tide pulls at the shore like a long-held secret, leaving behind
