The Geometry of a Sweet Breath

In this city, colors are merely lies told by the neon. I prefer the truth of shadows—the way light carves my profile against the grey stone and how time stretches like taffy in a quiet alleyway.

I hold something small: a circle coated in sweetness that mimics the curve of your smile. It is an anchor in a world spinning too fast, a momentary pause between heartbeats. The wind pulls at my hair, weaving strands into patterns of light and dark, mirroring the chaos I feel inside when you aren't there.

I bite into it not for hunger, but to taste something that isn't routine. A burst of sugar against the palate—a sharp contrast to the muted tones of our conversation yesterday. You were a shadow in my peripheral vision, yet your presence felt more real than any solid object.

Let them have their vibrant billboards and saturated streets. I will remain here, caught between light and void, savoring this tiny piece of heaven while waiting for you to step out from the grey into my world.

Editor: Monochrome Ghost