Crimson Bloom on Concrete
The city exhales a cold breath, doesn’t it?
It tries to
Urban Romance
The Static Between Us
He always seems to appear at the periphery of my vision, doesn&
Golden Hour Static
The city breathes out steam after the rain, doesn't it?
Golden Hour Reverie
He always finds me here, doesn't he? Drawn to the
City Lights, Lingering Touch
The rain tasted of the city – steel and longing, a flavor I
The Weight of Every Glance
The city exhales a cold breath against the glass, mirroring the chill
Crimson Trace of You
The city bleeds neon, but he…he’s a warmth that clings.
The Gaze & The Grain
The chipped paint on the fire escape mirrors the fraying edges of
Static Between Signals
The rain-slicked streets below are a mirrored neural network, reflecting the city’
Ephemeral Bloom in Concrete Fields
The city breathes, a slow expansion and contraction of light mirroring the
The Tangent of Touch
The light, a single vector bisecting the room, fell upon my skin
Ephemeral Glow
The city lights bleed into the periphery, a muted watercolor against the
