The Gravity of a Gilded Breath
The city below is a constellation of dying embers, yet here in
Summer Solstice
Saltwater Sanctuary: The Silence Between Heartbeats
The city is a cacophony of neon and steel, but here, the
The Prismed Pulse of a Summer Sigh
The asphalt hums a low, concrete lullaby beneath the weight of July&
The Geometry of Melting Neon
The city is a watercolor painting left out in the rain, bleeding
The Dew on My Skin is Your Morning Sun
The city is a concrete jungle where my heart often feels like
Saltwater Sighs in a Concrete Oasis
The sun is a bruised peach hanging over the shoreline, dripping gold
The Geometry of Sunbeams
I am a flicker in the peripheral vision of your memory, a
The Geometry of a Shared Breath
The sun is an intruder here, bleeding golden light across the cobblestones
The Architecture of Silence
The water is a pale turquoise, mirroring the clinical perfection of my
Amber Echoes in a Sapphire Pool
The sun is a gilded coin sinking into the velvet pockets of
The Geometry of a Summer Ghost
I am not sure if the sun is actually touching my skin
The Geometry of a Sun-Drenched Sigh
I have always viewed the city as a series of intersecting planes—
