"You’re going down a path I can’t follow"
«The words hang loose in my mind. I was looking for something. A picture that could match such sentence.
Maybe someone. Turning. Face down, toward a spot on the floor by the left. Lashes parted, but sadly.
Sadness... Another word whispered, weighting.
The eyes haunted, vacant, focusing on a path beyond the frame, unpredictable, unexpected. A difficult path ahead, unwanted.
Someone serious, somber, sad. Turning to a dark path that cannot be followed.
A woman, her purpose, the darkness of her future. Then, a light, a purple glint reflected on her forehead and eyes, haunting. Its source far in the distance, not in the frame.
The frame. A picture taken by someone else’s eyes. To keep, to treasure.
Betrayal. A breaking feeling on the stranger’s heart. But also… understanding and loss.
Silence, a moment captured in silence.
The picture was silent, they always are.The woman. Someone, turning. »