A Syntax Error Called Love on a Broken Animal Asset
I sat atop the polygonal horse, gripping handlebars that shouldn't
UrbanRomance
The Geometry of Falling Upwards
She
The city usually feels like a jagged cut, sharp edges of
Rendered in Chromatic Grace: A Temporary Patch for Solitude
I stand before the spires, a singular variable in your chaotic rendering
The Geometry of Golden Hour
I stand at the precipice where the city's ancient logic
The Geometry of Open Arms: A Sheltered Storm
I walked forward into the sun, yet I was already drowning in
Gravity of the Golden Hour
The stone is wet with the city's tears, cold seeping
The Carbon-Gilded Redemption: A Circuit's Warmth
I stand before the Colossus, my floral circuitry blooming against his obsidian
The Geometry of Getting Lost
I told him the city was too loud, but really, I just
The Geometry of a Slow Burn
I am standing inside the intersection of two parallel lines, a corridor
The Cold That Keeps Us Warm: A Winter Solace
They say the world turns cold when you stop moving, but standing
The Thermodynamics of Thawing
They tell you love warms the soul, but physics tells a colder
Cobalt Heart, Sunflower Soul
I stepped out of the grey subway tunnel and into this explosion