Crimson Steel and Peony Silk
The air at this altitude tastes of ozone and expensive silence. Down
Tokyo Nights
Neon Rain, Glass Heart
I hate the rain. It is messy, inconvenient, and smells like wet
Synapse Fire in the City Rain
Thump. Thump-thump.
The sound of my own pulse is louder than the
Prism of Pulsing Gold
I am a screaming yellow circle in a city of gray rectangles,
The Chrome Pulse of Midnight Ink
Beneath a sky the color of bruised indigo, I stand upon this
Silver Pulse Under a Crimson Spire
My skin is clad in liquid mercury, a silver armor that reflects
A Golden Hour Suspension
The city always feels too loud, a constant hum of expectations and
Mint Green Dreams in the Neon Rain
The city doesn't care if you're breaking inside.
The Neon Thaw in a Glass City
I have spent my twenties curated like an exhibit in a gallery
Amber Glow in a Cobalt Twilight
The city is a symphony of steel and glass, humming in the
A Midnight Whisper Beneath the Crimson Tower
The city of Tokyo never truly sleeps, but tonight it feels as
Concrete Jungle and White Linen Dreams
The city is a beast that never sleeps, all steel ribs and
