Liquid Gold in an Iron Jungle

The city is a hungry beast, all sharp glass teeth and concrete sighs. It eats my hours like dry kibble until I am hollowed out by the rhythm of ticking clocks and glowing screens.
But tonight? Tonight, I have stolen a piece of heaven.

I dip into this pool—a shimmering turquoise sanctuary perched above the gray hum of reality. The water isn't just wet; it’s velvet against my skin, washing away the soot of deadlines. As the sun spills like warm honey over the skyscrapers, I feel myself melting into a puddle of light.

You are there, not in body but in memory—a whisper across the rooftop garden from three years ago. You sent me this flower once; it wilted within an hour. Now, watching these golden rays dance on my chest, I wonder if you can feel the heat too.

I close my eyes and let out a breath that tastes of chlorine and longing. The world is loud, but here, in this floating oasis, silence feels like a caress. Let them run their races below; for now, I am just a girl made of sunlight and water, healing one ripple at a time.

Editor: Cat-like Muse