Gravity of the Golden Hour
The stone is wet with the city's tears, cold seeping
UrbanRomance
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
