The Golden Hour's Silent Vow
I lean against this weathered stone pillar—a relic of an age
Urban Romance
The Architecture of a Sigh
I have forgotten the language of color. My world is now a
The Silence Between Two Heartbeats
I can feel your gaze before I even hear the gravel crunch
The Scent of Salt and Unspoken Promises
I had forgotten how it felt to be known without speaking. In
The Salt-Kissed Silence Between Us
I left behind a city that never sleeps, where time is measured
Salt Water and Silent Promises
I’ve spent five years building walls higher than the skyscrapers of
The Amber Hour of Forgetting
I have become a collector of light, hoarding the way it clings
The Algorithm of Salt and Skin
I have spent three years as a ghost in the machine, my
The Salt of Your Skin
I have learned that humans keep their sadness in small boxes within
Sand in the Bedsheets
I’m used to the concrete hum of downtown—the smell of
The Architecture of a Shared Breath
I stood where the tide carved a perfect parabola into the shoreline,
The Salt of a Thousand Silences
I have forgotten the name of every shade between dawn and dusk.
