The Gravity of a Soft Glance
I exist as a single, drifting satellite in the vast architecture of
Summer Nostalgia
The Turquoise Interval Between Us
I hold the handle of this mint-green Vespa, and in one singular
The Pixelated Pulse of Summer Love
I can feel you staring at me from behind that glass screen,
The Vanilla Glitch of a Summer Afternoon
I can feel my edges fraying, dissolving into golden static as I
The Golden Hour's Sweetest Shiver
The city breathes in heavy, humid sighs today—a thick haze that
The Gravity of Your Gaze
I hold this volleyball like I am holding the axis of my
The Blue Frequency of a Quiet Heartbeat
I walk through this concrete canyon as if I am navigating the
The Summer That Tasted Like You
The city always breathes in heavy sighs—concrete, exhaust, and the relentless
Sunlight Caught in a Breath
The city is always too sharp—the screech of brakes, the clinical
The Azure Pulse of a Neon Heartbeat
I am an ancient phoenix reborn into a shell of carbon-fiber and
The Sun-Drenched Alibi of a Quiet Heart
I am the anomaly in their grand design. To the High Council
The Saffron Hour of Waiting
I am a ripple in the city’s concrete heartbeat, wearing sunlight
