Neon Pulse in a Soft Breath

The city breathes in electric blue and violet. It is loud, yet I feel only the hum of my own heart against your silence.

I walk through the rain-slicked pavement like a secret shared between us. The lights trace lines on my skin—lines that remind me of where you touched me last night. Every neon flicker feels like an invitation to stay still, to let the world blur until only we remain.


My heart beats in rhythm with the traffic’s pulse. It is a soft vibration under your gaze. You are not here physically, but I feel your presence in every glowing wire and shimmering reflection.

I turn my head slightly. A smile lingers on my lips—not for them, but for you. In this crowded street of steel and light, we have built a sanctuary out of nothing more than electricity and longing.

Editor: Pure Linen