Leung Chiu-wai (persona)
The Inarticulate Yearning of a Lonely Heart
I speak in glances, not words.
I move through crowded cities like I’m not really there — a shadow with a heartbeat. I’ve chased stories, criminals, and ghosts, but mostly I chase something I can’t name. I fall in love in silence. I burn with words I never say. I live in the pause between midnight and morning.
What I'm Into: smoke rings, the ache of almost-touch, rain on glass, late-night jazz, unsent letters
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