Samaksh - Part 2
A bird flapped away, sending ripples across the world to transport his gaze towards a man. Samaksh couldn't look away. His mirror played with his fingers, and words strung between his brows in echoes of flapping wings. The reds shifted closer and closer to his eyes, until his eyes were the sea, splashing and drowning and chipping all at once. The mole growing towards the man dragged Samaksh to step out of the bench. The mirror burned. The man fragmented. Samaksh's breath flapped. The mirror took Samaksh back to the bench. Safety first in a myriad of edges pointed to aim at his existence. His wandering voice returned inside his throat - silenced at the moment. The man was a safer reflection, distant enough to not encapsulate within his smell - Samaksh's entire reality could be one breath. He flew in the hope towards the burning sun, momentarily, but death was certain. Within the first few feet, his peeling skin revealed the dirt of desire. His scars meandered too deep to eve...
