And all that was far, but near (part 2)

To be aware, of every shadow

The silence between words

The movement of the black against the frame

Against the glass

To see everything in slow motion

And how blackness looked

As it moved away

And the beauty as it returned, connected to the frame of their hands

Too see the harshness of thoughts behind eyes

Beckoning it away again

Moulding it into a caricature of non existence

A cruel storm

A weight

But drawing it close

Letting it appear

Letting it speak

Watching blackness return, back to the frame of their hands

Back into the safety of their words