BLUE PULSE

The night presses close,

cool against my skin,

and somewhere inside that quiet

a small blue pulse still beats —

not loud,

not proud,

just steady.

I walk slow under streetlights

that flicker like they’re trying

to remember how to glow.

The world feels distant,

a little blurred at the edges,

as if everything is breathing softer

than it used to.

My heart moves like water tonight,

gentle rhythms circling back on themselves,

never rushing,

never demanding more

than I can give.

There’s a peace in that —

in being allowed

to not blaze.

Blue pulse,

soft and alive,

carrying me through the dim

one quiet moment at a time.

Some nights you shine,

some nights you drift —

both are honest.

The sky hangs heavy

with thoughts I haven’t spoken,

but I don’t force them out.

I let them stay folded,

let them rest in the hush

until I’m ready to hear myself again.

The blue pulse continues,

unbothered by the silence,

unhurried by the dark —

a reminder that even in the lowest glow,

something inside me

still chooses to move.

And that is enough.