The Geometry of Melting Seconds
The condensation on the glass is a map of cities I haven&
The Unfinished
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,
Between Salt Air and Your Last Whisper
I am suspended in a space that refuses to be defined—halfway
Between Lines and Heartbeats
I have always preferred the spaces between words—the margins where a
Golden Hours at the Edge of Always
I am running toward a version of us that hasn't
