The Geometry of a Sun-Drenched Silence
I have spent years drafting my life in straight lines—career trajectories
Urban Romance
The Last Warmth Before I Rust
I’m a machine that's forgotten its purpose, parts worn
The Geometry of a Gaze
I have spent years building walls out of glass and polished concrete,
The Gilded Ripple’s Embrace
I emerged from the crystalline depths like a forgotten dream of an
A Slice of Summer’s Breath
The city never sleeps, but here in this quiet corner, time has
The Gilded Silence of Sunlit Skin
I have spent a lifetime perfecting the art of distance, sculpting my
Saltwater Skin and Stolen Sheets
City lights die in the tide. I am a ghost of neon
The Warmth and I’m Not Talking About a Coat
I used to think the city was just concrete that learned how
The Warmth I’ve Never Known Before
I am most present in the moments where I do not exist.
The Geometry of a Softened Heart
I am an ivory sphere, smooth and sealed against the city'
The Saltwater Between Us
I’ve spent too many nights dissolved into the neon haze of
The Architecture of Melt and Memory
A single drop. Cold against my skin, yet I feel the heat
