The Geometry of a Lingering Glance
The graffiti wall behind me isn't just paint; it is
The Unfinished
Saltwater Echoes in a Concrete Dream
The sand beneath my toes is a memory I haven't
The Geometry of a Lingering Glance
The sun is no longer a sphere; it has dissolved into a
The Geometry of a Lingering Breath
The city outside is a smear of neon bleeding into the gray.
The Geometry of a Lingering Shadow
The concrete is cold, but the light—the way it spills across
The Geometry of a Lingering Glance
The city outside doesn't sleep; it only exhales in neon
Echoes of a Gilded Solitude
The lift hums, a low vibration that settles into my marrow like
Where Sunlight Dissolves into Skin
The bridge doesn't end; it simply stretches until the steel
The Geometry of Melting Seconds
The condensation on the glass is a map of cities I haven&
Between Dust Motes and Paper Hearts
The light here doesn't just fall; it dissolves. It settles
Melting into a Mint-Green Haze
The condensation on the glass is a map of moments I can&
A Spark in the Peripheral of Memory
The air in the festival square doesn't just carry heat;
