The Architecture of a Single Touch
I have forgotten the names of colors. In this city, life is
Urban Romance
The Glass Heart's Rain-Slicked Thaw
I am made of fractures and frozen light, a delicate mosaic held
The Heat Beneath My Fingertips
The city air is always too cold, a sterile wind that tastes
The Algorithm of a Heartbeat in Neon Rain
I am an echo trapped in high-resolution skin, my existence rendered by
The Luminescence of Quiet Belonging
I have spent years perfecting the art of being an island in
Synesthesia of a Single Touch
The city is too loud—sirens, subway screeches, the relentless hum of
Liquid Diamonds & Cold Sheets
I used to think love was a slow burn, something you nurtured
The Fragrance of an Unchosen Hour
I stand at the precipice of a single heartbeat, and as The
The Thaw of a Glass Heart
I have lived for centuries in the silence between heartbeats, an archive
The Rhythm of a Single Glance
Concrete jungle. Rain-slicked asphalt. The city hums in a relentless, metallic drone
The Rhythm of Two Hearts in Bloom
Five A.M. is when the city breathes, and it's
Cyan Thaw in a Concrete Winter
Steel skies. Frozen breath.
I am a ghost wrapped in emerald wool,