The Softness Between Grey Walls
I live in a city that breathes exhaust and speaks in the
Urban Romance
The Quiet Hum of a Tuesday Evening
I wore my favorite black blazer today—the one that feels like
The Scent of Cherry Blossoms and Unspoken Promises
I have spent three years chasing horizons across six continents, my heart
The Gilded Silence of a Tuesday Afternoon
They call this look 'effortless.' I know better. The gold
The Neon Afterglow of an Expensive Mistake
I used to believe in 'destiny'—that nauseatingly packaged brand
Between Two Heartbeats, a Universe Breathes
The city outside my window is nothing but a smudge of neon
The Electric Hum of Quiet Things
I used to think that love in this city was like a
A Breath Between Heartbeats
I stand at the threshold of a single second, my fingers humming
The Gravity of a Golden Hour Glance
I am drifting through the concrete nebula of New York, a lone
The Voltage of Solitude
I have spent three years in the city practicing the art of
The Amber Weight of Being Known
I have spent three years in this city learning how to be
The Geometry of a Summer Breath
I have always mapped my life in blueprints: the precise distance between