velvet crane
At 2:28 AM, a quiet house becomes a witness to memory. Through moonlit windows, split cigarettes, endless hallways, and lingering photographs, this traditional noir visual poem explores solitude, déjà vu, and the stories our homes remember long after we’ve forgotten them.
i forgot
I Forgot explores the quiet ways we lose touch with ourselves—our dreams, our kindness, our childhood memories, and even our own potential. Written in a reflective, repetitive cadence and paired with traditional noir symbolism, this poem follows a journey through forgetfulness toward remembrance, growth, and self-reconciliation