The Geometry of Surrender
He thinks he owns the city from his glass tower, a man
Urban Romance
The Glass Pasture of Us
I often wonder if the city I left behind is merely a
Wheat Breath in Concrete Veins
Golden crust. Warm air pressing against skin like a secret told in
Liquid Neon Nostalgia: The Art of Being Present
They call this era 'the Great Disconnect,' but I’ve
The Salted Breath of a Summer Forgotten
I remember the way you looked at me before we ever spoke—
Probability Zero: The Sweetness of Now
Data point 742-B: A blue soda bottle, condensation at 1.2mm thickness,
The Photon Pulse Between Us
I stand here in this silver-barked grove, but my mind is drifting
The Velvet Trap of a Summer Smile
He believes he has me cataloged—a delicate asset in his vast
Saccharine Flesh & Cold Steel Hearts
I’ve spent three years building a career that makes people tremble
The Sweetness Of A Silent Tuesday
The city outside is a scream I have learned to ignore. For
The Corridor Between Two Heartbeats
I have spent years building my life like a brutalist monument—concrete
The Lavender Sigh in a Concrete Jungle
The city breathes in smog and steel, but here—amidst the weeping
