2Souls

In the depths of this velvety blackness, two faces emerge from the heart of smoke and shadow; One with closed eyes, as if immersed in a sweet eternal sleep, The other, half-open, awake, looking at a sky he has never seen. Hair and smoke are intertwined, As if a single soul has been split into two bodies, Or perhaps two souls that, at the moment of farewell, Take half of each other with them into the darkness.