Whispers in the Emerald Hour
I found your letter tucked inside a first-edition volume of Rilke at
The Courier of Time
A Symphony Written in Neon Blood
I have walked through centuries like a ghost in my own skin,
The Chlorophyll Heartbeat in Concrete Veins
I have spent three years collecting the silence of a city that
A Pale Pink Archive of Us
I have always felt like an uncatalogued letter in a city that
An Echo in the Concrete Tide
I stand here, at the intersection where time seems to fold upon
A Blueprint for Eternal Summers
I have always felt like a misplaced letter in an era of
Emerald Hour at the Edge of Tomorrow
I have always felt like a letter sent to the wrong century,
Neon Sighs and Parchment Hearts
I stand beneath the electric blue of Shinjuku, where time is measured
Electricity in the Veins of Silence
I have always felt like a misplaced artifact in this city of
Developing the Silence Between Us
I carry this camera like an old covenant, its mechanical heart beating
Saltwater Epistles to an Absent Heart
I have spent three years in a city that breathes through steel
The Saltwater Archive of Us
I have spent years cataloging silence—the kind that settles like dust
