121525/ Dubai Mall
If my seeing were yours,
the world would learn to breathe between seconds,
corners would blur into gentle maybe,
and silence would glow with meaning.
You would feel time loosen its grip,
north and south dissolving into touch,
every step becoming a promise
instead of a destination.
Then you’d know why my heart keeps turning—
not to escape, but to circle wonder,
orbiting the quiet gravity
of you.