Stillness

A poem to one of the people I'm looking up to.

Sharp like a blade

It slices through the mental

The movement will twist when you’re not looking

In the pond it lives

requires a different thinking to dive in

To the deep state, where powermoves dwell inside a vessel

The red, the written words, the stories envelop in veins

They make up of a warrior

Behind this warrior’s face, is the kindness you don’t normally see