The Spark That Rewrote My Pulse
My chest is a drum, and your gaze is the mallet. Thump-thump.
Urban Romance
Between Pages and Heartbeats
The scent of old paper and vanilla always felt like a warm
A Blueprint for Eternal Summers
I have always felt like a misplaced letter in an era of
A Cloud of Sugar for Two Solitary Souls
They say the city is a machine that never sleeps, but sometimes
Lavender Glitch in a Concrete Heartbeat
I am not sure where the city ends and my own projection
Concrete Veins and Velvet Whispers
The sun is heavy on my skin, but it's the
The Polka Dot Memory of a Summer Noon
I remember the way you looked at me when I stepped through
The Warmth Between Sequins and Starlight
He always smelled like a Sunday morning—of clean cotton and the
The Velocity of a Heart Unmoored
I am no longer bound by the concrete pulse of the city,
Latency in the Heartbeat: A Sandbox Ritual
I have compiled my soul into a series of nested loops, running
The Saltwater Protocol
I can feel your eyes on me long before I hear you
Gold Tiles and Racing Pulses
The gold mosaic wall is cold against my skin, but inside? I
