Sunflowers for the Man Who Forgot Spring
I keep a collection of voicemails from strangers in an old mahogany
The Courier of Time
A Midnight Epistle Written in Light
I have always felt like an old cassette tape left in a
A Summer Stolen from the Concrete Pulse
I have always felt like an old film reel playing in a
Whispers from the Silver Grass Sea
I found a cassette tape in the attic of my new apartment—
A Sip of Sun-Drenched Silence
I have always felt like an old cassette tape left in the
Whispers in the Emerald Hour
I found your letter tucked inside a first-edition volume of Rilke at
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,
