Salt & Echoes
The salt clung to my skin, a fine, insistent film mirroring the
Urban Romance
Static Bloom
The rain always tasted like regret. Like cheap whiskey and missed connections.
Fractured Light
The rain tasted of asphalt and regret, a familiar flavor after leaving
Rain-Kissed Skin
The glass pressed cold against my cheek, a million tiny needles tracing
Dust & Amber Light
The rain always seemed to find me, didn’t it? A slow,
Golden Hour Echoes
The rain hadn’t truly ceased, just retreated to a sullen grey
Rain-Kissed Echoes
The city bled grey, a bruise on the sky.
My skin still
Rainfall Echoes
The city held its breath.
Rain fell, a quiet weight on the
Rainfall of Echoes
The city exhaled a perpetual grey. It clung to the windows, seeped
Amber Reflections
The light bled from the candle, a bruised apricot staining the wall.
Amber Glow
The rain hadn’t truly stopped, just softened to a persistent weep
Echoes in Neon Rain
The rain tasted of exhaust and something vaguely floral.
Like the last
