The Breath Beneath the Blue

The city above is a cacophony of steel and neon, a restless machine that never sleeps. I spend my days moving through its noise, yet here, beneath the surface, everything slows to the pace of a heartbeat.
I close my eyes and let the water embrace me. It feels like silk against my skin, cool and constant. In this blue sanctuary, the deadlines vanish. The traffic fades into a distant hum that no longer matters.
I remember your hand on mine just before we submerged—a brief, warm pressure that lingered even as we drifted apart in the deep. You are not here with me now, but I can still feel the pulse of our shared silence.
Every bubble rising toward the light is a thought I let go of. Here, I am weightless. I am not escaping the world; I am finding the part of it that breathes with me. In this quiet depth, your love is my oxygen.

Editor: Pure Linen