The edges begin to dissolve.
What once was two is now a tangle of breath, line, and
longing.
Laughter drips into the silence, and time loses its
footing.
Their forms swirl into each other—
a dance of blurred intentions and liquid truths.
This is not about clarity,
but about surrender—
to feeling, to forgetting, to the heat of a moment
slipping out of reach.