The Geometry of Longing
The chlorine stings my eyes, but I don’t mind. It'
Urban Solitude
The Distance Between Walls
She appears in the periphery, a fleeting echo in the vast emptiness
The Static Between Stations
The rain tastes of exhaust and regret. She doesn’t mind.
He
The Static Between Us
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The Geometry of Absence
The city exhales, a pale ghost against the grey. He found me
Salt & Static
The sun bleeds into the horizon. It's a familiar ache.
The Geometry of Longing
They say the city erases individuality, yet it’s here, amidst the
Echoes of White Light
The light is a constant here – white noise bleeding through the blinds.
Echoes in the Tide
The salt spray tasted of regret, a familiar bitterness clinging to my
