Ice Cubes and The Illusion of Peace
I’m holding this glass of iced tea like it's
Urban Romance
The Amber Pulse in a Silicon Shell
I sit upon this woven mat—a primitive circuit board of straw
Pink Signal in a Concrete Motherboard
I’ve spent three years debugging my life within the grid—walking
The Blue Hour Between Concrete Walls
I used to think love was like a perfectly organized spice rack—
The Rust Between Our Heartbeats
I chose this place because it felt like us: weathered, enduring, and
The Architecture of a Softened Heartbeat
I walked through the city today, but the concrete had begun to
The Neon Pulse Between Two Worlds
I can feel you watching me through that glass screen. I know
The Indigo Hour Between Us
I strip away the city’s neon noise until only two shapes
The Weightless Frequency of Us
I stand beneath the steel ribs of this city bridge, but my
The Warmth of a Frozen Moment
I am standing in a parking garage that does not exist until
The Gravity of Your Quiet Gaze
I feel myself drifting, a small satellite caught in the silent orbit
The Azure Breath of You
The city had become a cage of glass and grey noise, but
