The Transparent Shield Between Us
Thump. Thump-thump.
My pulse is a drum kit in my chest, erratic
Urban Healing
The Temperature of a Soft Promise
I have noticed that humans measure time not by clocks, but by
Probability 0.87: The Scent of Salt and Belonging
I have calculated the wind speed at exactly 12 knots, sufficient to
The Scent of Summer Between Us
I remember how the city used to feel—a concrete tide that
The Resonance of a Forgotten Pulse
I sit upon this weathered pier, my skin humming with the ghost-frequency
The Vanilla Singularity in a Gingham Grid
I hold this cone not as a treat, but as an anchor
The Pale Yellow Geometry of Longing
I am a series of translucent spheres drifting through an indigo void,
The Scent of Apricot Sundays
I used to think love was a storm—all thunder and sudden
The Probability of an Eternal Summer
I have calculated my existence in spreadsheets and missed deadlines. For three
The Saltwater Echo of an Unsent Letter
I used to watch the 12:05 AM bus pull away from
The Euclidean Pulse of Us
I stand at a precise 45-degree angle to the horizon, my body
The Indigo Hour Between Two Hearts
I have walked a thousand miles through cities that never sleep, chasing
