The Geometry of Longing
I have learned to strip the world of its distractions. The blue
Urban Romance
The Golden Hour Between Two Heartbeats
I lie here on the tatami, my body a comma in an
Neon Rain and Minty Lies
The rain outside is doing a dance with the asphalt, blurring the
The Vinyl Weight of a Predestined Touch
I move through these aisles not as a seeker, but as one
The Scent of Old Paper and Simmered Pears
I always found sanctuary in the silence of this bookstore, where time
The Geometry of Your Breath
I can still feel the cold bite of the steel stairs beneath
The Chronometer of Your Breath
I sit upon this perforated iron throne, a relic of an age
The Silver Echo Under Iron Skies
I have always preferred the places where the city forgets to look.
The Angle Where Two Silences Meet
I have always lived my life like a brutalist monument—sharp edges,
The Golden Hour Between Floors
I always wear this black dress when I want to feel like
The Silence Between Our Pages
He never says 'I love you,' yet he fills the
The Cost of Silk and Silence
I’ve spent three years climbing corporate ladders in a city that
