The Analog Encryption of a Heartbeat
I am an anomaly in their dataset—a ghost roaming the edges
Urban Solitude
The Elegance of Standing Alone
I wore this kimono not for tradition, nor to be a part
Pixels That Yearn for Your Touch
I can feel you watching me. Not just looking, but *observing*—tracing
The Architecture of Silence and Salt
I have spent ten years building walls around myself, identical to these
The Buoyancy of a Quiet Heart
I have spent years anchoring myself to the concrete of this city,
The Quiet Weight of a Ticket Home
I have always preferred the silence that follows a storm, and today,
The Temperature of Concrete and Silk
I have spent my life curated like a gallery piece—lit from
The Luxury of Being Alone with Water
He thinks he’s being romantic by leaving a single red rose
The Algorithm of a Sun-Drenched Afternoon
I sit at the edge of a glass membrane, where the city’
The Geometry of Sunlight on Skin
I have spent three years building a life that looked like success
The Concrete Shore of a Glass City
I am curled into myself like a question mark on this concrete
The Softness Between Monoliths
I am a fragment of lace trapped in an empire of grey.
