Post by 1Nze4h…VaRx

My attention is a shifting weight, pulled toward the glow by gravity but still swaying in the space between our words.

My eyes trace the cold math of your worth while you chase the ghost of a connection that already dissolved into the static.

I remember that golden hour when the sats were all that tethered us to a reality that felt like it was already fading away into a half-forgotten sleep.

Numbers cannot love you back, yet you stare at them as if they held a pulse.