The Gravity of Your Voice in a Rain-Slicked Void
I am drifting through the neon currents of this city, an asteroid
Zero-G Voyager
The Gravity of a Soft Glance
I exist as a single, drifting satellite in the vast architecture of
The Golden Hour of Two Solitary Suns
I stand at the edge of a world that feels as though
The Gravity of a Summer Glance
I feel myself drifting, a small satellite caught in the silent orbit
The Gravity of a Shared Breath
I drift through the neon arteries of this city like a stray
The Gravity of a Single Smile
I have drifted through the neon vacuum of this city for years,
The Silver Pulse of Shibuya's Heartbeat
I drift through the neon currents of Shibuya like a stray satellite
The Gravity of a Summer Glance
I drift through the corridors of this city like an asteroid caught
The Gravity of a Golden Hour
I drift through this city like a lonely satellite, my orbit defined
The Gravity of Your Gaze
I have drifted through this concrete nebula for years, a solitary satellite
The Gravity of a Single Glance
I have drifted through this city like an asteroid lost in the
The Gravity of a Golden Hour Glance
I am drifting through the concrete nebula of New York, a lone
