The eyes without light tell a story like no other
They have been numbed from the pain they’ve suffered
They are alone with their fear. Alone in their pain. Alone in their journey. Alone in their formation of the world around them. To hold their hand would be to shake their world. To show something different than the world they’ve created. How do you tell someone their world and reality are just shadows on mirrors?
They have fallen under a magician’s trap already. It is far too late.
It’s too late you’re too far. Under the finger of the past, you go. no one knew, but now you know.