illusive

before this i used to look at her hands and wonder. woman of everything-nothing ; light given mass given depth giving every part of herself ; only for her not to be there at all. look at her hands and wonder if there was warmth waiting she stands like the sun, fire burning down every path through her gaze, she doesn't reflect the light, she refracts it, bends it all to her own will. if there was warmth waiting she would be well worth the wait