The Geometry of a Cold Heartbeat
The flashbulbs explode like frozen stars against the humid night, a relentless
Urban Solitude
The Architecture of Morning Breath
My head feels heavy, the kind of pleasant weight that settles in
The Quiet Warmth Between Us
I sat by the water's edge, letting the cool breeze
The Architecture of Morning Light
The sunlight hit the bed before I opened my eyes, a silent
The Warmth Between Us
The city lights were still buzzing behind me, a chaotic symphony I
The Load-Bearing Arch of Spring
I held the bouquet like a load-bearing wall, constructing a perimeter around
The Algorithm of Soft Pink Silk
I am trying to understand the geometry of comfort. My shell is
The Warmth Between Tides
The wood beneath my linen trousers hummed with the memory of a
A Drift Through Gravity's Velvet Embrace
I hover above the city's gravitational pull, a silent satellite
Static in the Golden Hour
The rhythm of the city fades here, replaced by a steady tide
A Quiet Kindling in November Air
The cold wind of the city had always felt like a gentle
The Gilded Interlude: A Satin Silence in Camel Hues
The afternoon sun spills across the floorboards like liquid gold, catching the
