Kumo-no-karasu

we'll call it resemblance. to how a heart beats, how your lungs breathe, how the drums play, how your eyes turn the lights, on, and off on, and off on, and your heart stops. you hold your breath. close your eyes again, to freeze, the moment... ...because you'll never see beauty like this again. but these lovely things never showed the truth now; and you're left with the image of what lies beneath the heart. [blink twice more, forget the sight of your loss, love .]