Neon Pulse: The Rhythm of Your Breath
The city hums around me, a blur of neon and noise, but
Urban Romance
The Temperature of Silence
I have learned to love the city when it forgets its own
The Silence Between Pages
I have spent three months memorizing the sound of your footsteps on
The Scent of Rain on a Paper Heart
I am a ghost in the machinery of this city, drifting through
The Neon Pulse of a Paper Heart
I am not entirely sure where the city ends and I begin.
The Silence Between Two Pages
I can hear your heartbeat from three aisles away. Or perhaps it
The Ascending Pulse of a Garden Heartbeat
I am no longer anchored by the concrete sighs of Tokyo or
The Golden Hour Between Us
The city breathes below me in a rhythmic hum of neon and
The Silent Frequency of Belonging
I have always believed that we do not listen to music; rather,
Velvet Breath on Granite Skin
I live in a city that breathes through exhaust vents and speaks
The Sweetness Between Heartbeats
The city hums outside the window, a relentless tide of neon and
High Heels on Concrete Dreams
I’m standing on this roof not because I’m waiting for
