Saltwater Alibis: Drowning in the Blue of a Second Chance
"The city didn't break me; the silence just made
Traveler’s Log
Ephemeral Bloom
The city held its breath as I walked away from him, each
The Echo of Your Name in City Lanes
The city always feels smaller when you're looking for someone.
The Echo of Your Laughter in Empty Rooms
Dust motes danced in the afternoon sun, just like they did in
Fractured Light
The rain tasted of asphalt and regret, a familiar flavor after leaving
Salt & Static
The rain in Seattle always tasted of regret, a metallic tang clinging
