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No Crowd

No Crowd* The focus shifts from the subject to the light— that specific, golden-hour bleed where the edges of where I end and you begin become a soft-focus blur. I am adjusting the aperture, trying to let in enough of you to expose the frame without burning the sensor. It’s a high-contrast composition: deep shadows of the past layered against the neon saturation of right now. We are an abstract in motion, a long exposure of two spirits streaking through a dark room, leaving trails of heat and color that the eye can’t quite hold onto. There is no symmetry here, just the raw texture of a palette knife scraping heavy oil across a fresh canvas— unfiltered, and perfectly out of frame. We aren’t a still life; we are the shutter clicking at the exact moment the light breaks. It’s the way we stop being "I" and become a shared frequency, an urgent, unedited dialogue written in the space between heartbeats. No metaphors of old storms or anchors— this is a live wire, a hard drive spinning until it smokes, the beautiful, terrifying realization that the safety catch has slipped, and neither of us wants to find it*