Synthetic Warmth and the Art of Holding On
I am clutching this polyester bear with a desperation that would be
urban loneliness
The Gravity of a Single Glance
I have always known that my life was merely a script written
The Liquid Lie of Urban Intimacy
They call this 'healing.' I’m sitting in a glass
The Silk Armor of Solitude
I’ve spent ten years building walls out of deadlines, spreadsheets, and
The Static Between Us
The chipped brick felt cool against my back, a small comfort on
Ephemeral Resonance
The city’s thermal gradients are inefficient. She registers the slight temperature
Salt & Ghosts
The sand still remembers his footprints. Not in a grand, dusty way,
Snowfall on Cinnamon Hearts
The snow fell like whispered secrets, clinging to the wool of my
Salt & Static
The sand still held the ghost of his heat. Not a scorching
Salt & Silence
The rain had stopped, leaving the sand slick with a silver sheen.
