Lipstick, Lobster & Lens Flares

I Will Finish This Sentence Later

There are things I can say
and things I am still breathing through.

Some thoughts don’t need a voice yet.
They need space.

Time.

A pause that isn’t empty.
This is one of those pauses.

I Can’t Get Past This Thought

I didn’t lose my words.
They gathered
and refused to move.

Some thoughts don’t pass through.
They stay.
They block the view.

They ask to be carried for a while.

A Portrait in Chill

This is a pause,
not an ending.

Some things need
lower temperatures
to stay intact.

Preservation, not retreat.

Temperature of Silence

Ice crowns her thoughts.
Warmth stays outside.

She keeps only
what endures.

Still is also a state.
From the same pause.

Gravity of Stillness

Nothing is happening.
That’s the point.

Stillness as a form of presence.

Held Position

I close my eyes
and stay.

Presence without performance.

Enough to See

I let you look.
I decide how much.

Control of visibility.

Controlled Visibility

One eye open
is enough.

Partial visibility as power.