A Prism of You in the Concrete Grey
The city is a giant, humming machine of grey steel and hurried
Urban Romance
The Polished Gear in a Rusted City
I am a piece of pristine porcelain dropped into a city made
Neon Petals in a Concrete Sanctuary
I exist as a glitch of warmth within this cold, silicon city—
The Softest Pulse in a Grey City
I am a ripple of blue silk cast against the oppressive geometry
The Red Sequin Anchor in a Gray Tide
I can feel you watching me through the lens, your intention shaping
The Salt-Scented Pause Between Shifts
My life is usually measured in spreadsheets and the precise hum of
The Softest Collision in Neon Silence
I exist as a fragile loop of light within the steel grid
Golden Circuits in a Summer Rain
My heart is an ancient scroll of rice paper, yet my pulse
Wildflowers and Concrete Dreams
The city has this way of swallowing you whole, turning your days
The Sapphire Alibi
They sell this shade of blue as 'Serenity,' but in
The Solar Flare of a Summer Afternoon
I exist as a drifting satellite in the neon orbit of this
The Architecture of a Heartbeat
I can feel you watching me, not just with your eyes but
