The Weight of Gold, The Lightness of Touch
He found me in the quiet corners of the city, a collector
Urban Romance
The Scent of Rain on Silk
The rain against the window is a soft percussion, mirroring the quiet
Ephemeral Reflections
The mirror’s code flickered, not with my image, but echoes of
Sunlight Through the Leaves
The park feels different now. It used to be just a place
The Weight of Silk & Wine
The chill from the restaurant's air conditioning hadn’t reached
The Weight of Silver
The glass feels cool against my fingertips. Another sip, another layer shed.
Chromatic Aberration of Us
The restaurant’s ambient glow, a carefully calibrated algorithm of warmth, couldn&
Echoes in the Static
The gym mirror. Always a liar, wasn't it?
It showed
Salt Air & Static
The sea doesn't remember the ships it’s swallowed. A
Neon Echoes, Velvet Skin
The city breathes heat and a thousand untold stories onto my skin,
The Static Between Heartbeats
They say the past is a foreign country, but mine feels like
Neon Static
He always finds me when the city's at its loudest,
