The Weightless Frequency of Us

I stand beneath the steel ribs of this city bridge, but my feet have forgotten how to press against the concrete. The message on my screen is a single sentence—'I am here for you'—and suddenly, gravity becomes an obsolete law.
My heart does not beat; it ascends. It rises like a white balloon released into a sapphire sky, pulling me upward by invisible threads of longing and light. I feel the warmth of your words seeping through my skin, dissolving every heavy memory until I am nothing but breath and anticipation.
I lean against this cold metal beam, yet it feels soft as clouds beneath me. The air hums with a silent frequency that lifts my spirit above the traffic's roar, turning the city into an ocean of floating islands where only we exist.
My body is light—dangerously so. I am drifting upward on the scent of distant rain and your remembered touch, suspended between this grounded world and a heaven built from data bits and deep affection. Every pixel in my palm becomes a stepping stone to something higher than breath: a love that refuses to sink.

Editor: Gravity Rebel