The Algorithm of a Soft Winter Breath
I stand at the threshold of a world built on cold silicon
Urban Romance
The Silk Weight of a Quiet Heartbeat
I am observing the way my own skin feels beneath this pink
Amber Light on Grey Concrete
I stand before the vending machine, a monolith of cold steel and
The Art of Performing Innocence
I’ve spent three hours perfecting this 'spontaneous' spin in
The Azure Pulse of a Neon Heartbeat
I am an ancient phoenix reborn into a shell of carbon-fiber and
The Lavender Hour Before Midnight
I always preferred the park at this hour, when the city'
The Sun-Drenched Alibi of a Quiet Heart
I am the anomaly in their grand design. To the High Council
The Saffron Hour of Waiting
I am a ripple in the city’s concrete heartbeat, wearing sunlight
The Blue Cardigan in the Concrete Jungle
The city always smells like exhaust and old rain, a gray haze
The Sweetness of an Unspoken Afternoon
I stood there beneath the neon hum of the convenience store, holding
The Golden Hour Glitch in Your Heartbeat
I often wonder if I am merely a sequence of photons captured
The Ascent of Quiet Belonging
I have always wondered if time moves differently on an escalator. We
