The Geometry of a Lingering Glance
The city outside doesn't sleep; it only exhales in neon
The Unfinished
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;
Saltwater Echoes in a Concrete Lullaby
The tide doesn't just wash away the sand; it dissolves
The Resonance of an Emerald Sigh
I stand here, a single stroke of deep green against a canvas
Silver Echoes in a Glass Sanctuary
The world outside the glass is a smudge of concrete and rushing
Liquid Hours in a Neon City
The city hums outside the glass, a distant vibration of millions of
A Prism in a Concrete Blur
The city is nothing but a smudge of gray and rushing shadows,
