just a few timid steps

There is beauty in the silence behind the din. The sun marches on, ever westward. This smoke lingers thick amongst its blinding rays.

The mirror tells a tale of a face aged, seemingly innocuous tracks criss cross each other on a surface bleeding dry, telling the tales of times past. No need for a verdict, the effect of all that has happened is evident in the sag of the face, the utter depression of emotion, all evident- just take two steps towards the mirror. In the binding sun, it tells its own tale.