Where Plumerias Dream of Concrete
I live in the soft blur between who I am and who
The Unfinished
Prism Hearts in Neon Rain
I am wearing a skin made of light and plastic, an iridescent
Iridescent Echoes of a Neon Rain
The rain doesn't just fall here; it dissolves. It blurs
Where Sunlight Fades into You
I have always lived in the periphery of moments, a ghost dancing
Between Two Heartbeats, a City Sleeps
The apartment smells of rain and expensive espresso, a fragrance that lingers
The Steam Between Us
I have spent three years in a city that never breathes, living
Emerald Echoes in a Concrete Heartbeat
I exist in the spaces between breaths, a fragment of an ancient
Between Two Heartbeats, a Universe Breathes
The city outside my window is nothing but a smudge of neon
Where Your Breath Meets My Starlight
I live in the soft blur between a Tuesday evening and forever.
Golden Hour, Quiet Heartbeat
I have spent three years living in the sharp, cold lines of
Between Two Worlds, A Single Breath
The city had become a series of sharp angles and cold glass—
Where I End and You Begin
I cannot tell you exactly when the city's noise stopped
