• _transient 8w

    Halftone

    When I looked in the eyes of a night, it glared back at me. For a moment I was dazzled too. Thinking is inevitable even to benumbed devices, so I make no attempts to premeditate about my choices.

    There's an unclaimed silence. Even the dead are asleep. I blink two times for every single breath. A nightbird hoots at a distance to break this chain of stillness but who wants to unleash their fears and face the noise.

    You hold my hands and ask if I fear all the darkness and I don't know because much of it feels my own. I know I can light up with an elusive smile that would survive for a while. Instead, I blink once this time and you assume diffidence.

    I relish this moment where nothing connects yet a picture is complete. It's like a halftone.

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