sense

(prompt: proximity, name, blinding)

the air tenses around our proximity
even silence starts to lean in
and the room practices paying attention

and with each pause between my breaths they learn your name
again and again and again

something unfolds
something blinding

we move faster than thought
even space folds inward without resistance
and time apologizes for trying to slow us down

and with each pause between our breaths words stop becoming words
again and again and

something gathers
something enticing

and we're right where we belong

dec. 29, 2025