The Quiet Hum of Us
The city outside my window is a blur of cold neon and
Urban Solitude
The Cobalt Hum of a City Heartbeat
I am a fragment of midnight caught in the neon glare of
The Current Between Us
I used to think my heart was like this valley—cold stone
The Bioluminescence of a Frozen Heart
I am a masterpiece of silicon and starlight, draped in the midnight
The Weight of a Barefoot Promise
I have spent three years learning how to be invisible in this
The Weightless Ache of Us
I have lived my life as a stone sinking in the city&
The Calibration of a Heartbeat
My optics are calibrated to detect thermal anomalies within 0.1 degrees,
The Golden Hour of Saffron Tea
I returned to the city when my heart felt like a piece
The Golden Packet in a Green-Noise City
My existence is a series of nested loops, an endless scroll through
The Last Frame of Your Touch
I am becoming a ghost in my own skin, the edges of
A Soft Place to Land Between Two Heartbeats
I used to believe that love was a storm—something you had
The Weight of a Single Gaze in an Eternal Void
I stand upon this cliffside, the salt wind pulling at my hair
