Lunartic

There is nothing else. Not a star. Not a whisper. Not the ghost of daylight. Just the dark, and you. I have gone lunartic for you. Moon-mad, orbit-drunk, clinging to your pale gravity with every limb I ever called mine. Hold still. Let me be the only thing that moves against you in this infinite black. Let me be the tide that rises because you are near. Nothing else exists. There is no before, no later, just the warm, magnetic pull of right here. Your skin is my only horizon. Your breath is the only tide I will ever follow. We are two warm beats of a heart in a place that has no air. I could live here in this hour. And if we are nothing but this, then let us be nothing beautifully. Let us be nothing with the whole heart of it. Don’t move. Don’t even blink. Just let the heavy silence press us closer together. Hold on to me. Let the quiet take the rest of the night. I have found my center, and I am never letting go. Mizuyōkaii, 2026 Dimensions: 5376x7200