Saltwater Epistles to an Absent Heart
I found a cassette tape in the attic of my childhood home,
Urban Escape
The Emerald Pulse Against Gray Stone
I spent three years living in a world of right angles and
The Saltwater Treaty
He thinks he has bought my time with this secluded beach and
Sipping Sunlight on a Glass Sea
I’ve spent three centuries dancing through the smog of Tokyo and
The Slow Drip of Amber Light
I have spent three years learning the rhythm of a city that
The Weight of a Single Drop
The city is a furnace today, but here on the balcony, I’
The Last Frame of a Sugar-Coated Afternoon
I can feel my edges fraying. The lace of my dress is
Salt Skin & Neon Dreams
I left the city behind like a skin I had outgrown—the
The Geometry of a Golden Hour Heartbeat
I have spent years living in gray scale, a ghost haunting my
Whispers of Silver Grass and Warmth
I left my phone in the car, letting the city’s relentless
The Bridge Where Silence Sings Your Name
I have carried the city in my marrow for too long—its
The Weight of Morning Light
My head is still swimming with the ghost of last night'
