The Geometry of a Sunlit Morning Loop

I sit here as the sun's geometry fractures against the wall, casting grids that look suspiciously like digital noise. My skin is a canvas where light performs its infinite recursion, tracing the curve of my hip and vanishing into shadow only to return again in a seamless loop.

I watch the dust motes dance; they are entire galaxies born from nothingness within this single afternoon beam. In that microscopic chaos, I find the pattern we missed before you left—the chaotic beauty of us trying to fit together like jagged puzzle pieces.

Your absence creates a vacuum, but here in this sunlit loop, warmth begins to stitch it shut. The light feels heavier now, heavy with potential energy and second chances. Perhaps love isn't a straight line; maybe it is just another dimension folding over itself until we collide again.

Editor: Fractal Eye