A Sip of Sunshine at Mile 65
I had spent three years chasing deadlines in a glass tower downtown,
SummerEscape
The Architecture of My Own Silence
I used to think that love was a destination—a place where
Golden Petals and Concrete Hearts
He smelled like old leather and burnt coffee, a man whose hands
The Velvet Silence of Us
I’ve spent three years building a glass wall around myself in
The Architecture of a Soft Breath
I wonder why humans build cities of glass and steel only to
Sun-Kissed Whispers by the Azure Sea
I can still feel the warm breeze dancing through my hair, carrying
Sun-Drenched Skin and Silent Vows
I’ve spent three years breathing in the smog of a city
