Lady in black hole

In that calm face hides a silent storm.

Half of the face is clear, still, as if standing in the light...

The other half is drowning in black swirls.

Thoughts, memories, or restless energy.

An eye to the world.

And another eye turns inward.

Where the unsaid questions are formed.

Swirls are not pure darkness.

It's a movement...

It's as if the soul is remaking itself from within.

The features are still, but what's around them is moving.

As if the beauty here is not in the stillness.

It is in the journey between light and shadow.

This face is not just a woman.

It's a moment of awareness...

When you start to see what's going on inside of you