Where the City Ends and We Begin

The city outside is a relentless tide, pulling at my edges until I feel thin, almost transparent. But here, amidst the bamboo, time slows to the pace of a falling leaf. I remember how you looked at me tonight—not as just another face in a crowd, but as a sanctuary you were seeking.
I press my palm against the cool wood of the stalk, grounding myself in this living emerald. You said that love is often found in the pauses between words, and I believe you now. It’s in the way our breaths sync up when the wind dies down; it’s in the shared silence that feels heavier than any conversation.
Tonight, let the neon lights be a distant memory. Let the weight of expectations dissolve into this mist. When I look at you, I don't see the pressures of tomorrow or the ghosts of yesterday. I only see the steady pulse of us, a quiet healing that blooms like jasmine in the dark. Stay with me a while longer; let this be our secret world.

Editor: Willow