Static in the Valley of Green Noise
The concrete swallowed my name three floors down.
But up here, the
Urban Escape
Geometry in the Green Static
The city was a jagged polygon of grey concrete, but here, I
The Emerald Signal in the Analog Valley
I stood at the edge of where the server rack meets the
The Summit of Us: A Love That Endures the Climb
The wind here is a different language. It speaks in gales and
Salt & Shadow
The sand bit at my toes, a familiar sting. Not unpleasant.
He
Salt & Echoes
The sand still held his warmth. Not in a physical way, not
Salt & Static
The rain in Seattle always tasted of regret, a metallic tang clinging
Salt & Sunlight
The salt spray tasted of something ancient, like forgotten promises. I’d
Salt & Ghosts
The sand still clings to my skin, like a forgotten promise. It
Echoes in Azure
The chlorine whispers a forgotten song,
a lullaby of sun and restless
