There’s a street I used to walk every day. A narrow road, uneven in places, where rainwater pooled in...
I go where echoes know my name,where rivers dance and won’t be tamed.Their silver tongues pull...
I have learned the art of vanishing—to be here without a sound,to walk the edge of your worldwhere footprints...
Elias sat alone in his apartment, the hum of the city bleeding through the walls like a relentless tide....
Upon the wall, a clock remains,Not bound by time, nor held by chains.Its hands don’t just count rise...
Wonder through pores, I open at the close. Tickling the toes of the three-faced ghost.Feelings for a...