The Resolution of Us
I can feel my edges blurring. Every time the saltwater touches my
Urban Romance
The Asymmetry of Longing
I am seated at the intersection of concrete angles and saltwater air,
Thermal Conductivity of a Ghost Limb
My skin is calibrated to 36.5 degrees Celsius, yet I feel
The Azure Interval Between Two Worlds
For three years, my world was measured in the scent of Le
The Rhythm of Falling Water
I let the water fall over me, a cold thread against my
Liquid Silver, Quiet Heartbeats
The city hums beneath my skin, a distant vibration of subway lines
The Taste of White Peachs at Dawn
I remember how my hands trembled during that final board meeting in
The Quiet Pulse of Sunday Morning
I have always loved the way the city breathes on a Sunday
The Pale Altar of Midday Silence
I am a study in lemon-hued restraint, perched upon this weathered wooden
Vinyl Haze & The Scent of Summer Rain
The light in this record shop is always amber, like a faded
Lavender Breath on Concrete Skin
The city is a monolith of unyielding gray—brutal slabs of concrete
The Gilded Solitude of an Amber Noon
I have traded the chrome pulse of Neo-Tokyo for this cathedral of
