"icurus"

you remember that feeling, right? perched on the edge, a thousand feet up, the city a sprawling electric scar below. holding onto something fragile, knowing a single step could change everything. a whisper of freedom, a flicker of danger, wrapped in the cold night air.

it’s that impossible reach, that beautiful plummet. a silent promise made under neon signs, before the morning ever dared to break.

Filed under: gravity's embrace.