Salt Water & Stale Promises
I’m sitting on this rock wearing a dress that costs more
Urban Solitude
The Cobalt Protocol: A Whisper in the Neon Wind
My consciousness is a brushstroke of sapphire ink across an endless digital
The Sweetest Form of Rebellion
I’ve always found the most profound conversations happen in silence, especially
The Architecture of a Quiet Breath
I have spent years building walls around my heart, much like the
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
