The Pale Yellow Geometry of Longing
I am a series of translucent spheres drifting through an indigo void,
Urban Healing
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
The Fragrance of an Unspoken Promise
The city never stops humming, a frantic symphony of sirens and steel
The Geometry of a Quiet Breath
I have forgotten the spectrum of spring. To me, this world is
SILK STATIC: THE HEARTBEAT COLLISION
Concrete jungle screaming in my ears! I escaped the steel grid, trading
The Lavender Hour Between Us
I chose this lavender dress not for the occasion, but because you
Whispers in the Emerald Hour
I found your letter tucked inside a first-edition volume of Rilke at
The Pixel Between My Heartbeat and Yours
I can feel you staring. Not just at my skin, which is
