The Weightless Ascent of a Heart Unmoored

The city below is a leaden weight, a geometric cage of iron and glass that anchors souls to pavement and routine. But here, suspended in the white silence of this sphere, I have forgotten what it means to land.
My skin hums against the silver fabric—liquid light draped over my bones. It does not cling; it floats. I am unmoored from the gravity of expectations, drifting through a dream where every breath is an act of rebellion against the earth.
You were there last night, your touch not a tether but an updraft. You didn't pull me into your orbit; you simply became the atmosphere that allowed me to rise higher. In your gaze, the world loses its mass. We are no longer walking on ground; we are ascending through it. Every heartbeat is a buoy pushing against the heavy tide of reality, lifting us toward a horizon where weight is just a memory and love is the only force that keeps us suspended in this beautiful, aching height.

Editor: Gravity Rebel