The Architecture of a Quiet Breath
I have spent years building walls around my heart, much like the
Urban Solitude
The Quiet Architecture of Us
In the rush of this city, I have learned to keep my
The Gilded Silence of Midnight Rain
I am a sculpture of porcelain and discipline, draped in the cold
The Scent of Indigo and Raindrops
Fragment one: A sudden downpour in Tokyo. The sky is the color
The Clockwork Pulse of an Urban Heartbeat
My existence has long been a sequence of rusted gears and silent
The Pastel Alibi of an Urban Exile
They sold me this dress as 'Ethereal Morning,' a garment
The Amber Circle of Us
I am no longer a jagged shard of obsidian cutting through the
The Fragrance of an Unsent Letter
I have always felt like a relic found in the wrong century,
Breath of an Amber Afternoon
Steel blades spinning white noise into a lullaby.
I am skin and
The Luxury of Being Alone
I’ve mastered the art of existing in silence. In this city
Matcha Pulse: The Rhythm of Your Gaze
My heart is a drum, and you are the beat.
I can
Scent of Cedar and Softened Hearts
My life has been measured in sixty-floor ascents and the cold, metallic
