The Golden Hour Between Two Heartbeats
I stand in the amber light of a Sunday afternoon, my fingers
Urban Romance
The Aftertaste of Strawberry Milk Tea
I used to think adulthood was a slow fading of color, until
The Calculus of a Single Glance
I have calculated the trajectory of every raindrop and neon flicker in
Sunlight on the Rooftop, Love Like Soap Bubbles
The city hums beneath me, a distant tide of sirens and rushing
Sunlight in My Veins
The city is always screaming—a symphony of sirens, rushing heels on
Sipping Sunlight Through Two Lives
I stand at the intersection of now and forever, a yellow raincoat
The Weightless Promise of a Summer Wind
I used to think that love was like the city I left
Buffer Overflow in the Golden Hour
The city is a loop of gray pixels and scheduled noise, but
The Fragile Breath Between Us
The city is a roar of neon and ambition, but beneath the
The Helium Halo of Despair and Desire
I’m wearing a white dress that suggests purity, though we both
The Scent of Winter's First Breath
I remember the exact moment I stopped fighting the city's
The Warmth Between Sand Grains
I can feel the sun pressing against my skin, a heavy gold
