His eyes…
His eyes are so dark… so deep, like endless pools of understanding.
They are like x-rays, able to see right though me.
How can he understand me so accurately without knowing me?
He examines me,
Judges me,
Testing me…
All the while without saying a word.
He doesn’t need to though…. His eyes speak for him.
They tell a story of understanding, of what most do not…
So long a story, that you can lose your spot in it.
His x-rays have him capable of seeing the deeper meaning of it all…
Of all the uselessness that most people find useful;
How ignorant people are…
How do they not see the pointlessness of their existence after they look
into his
Endless, deep pools?…
…….so deep…
so deep that most are oblivious to how much meaning there is behind him….
….so much understanding,
so very focused,
so centered,
so sure…..
I want him to think…
Think deeper than anyone else has ever made him think…..
I want to see his eyes change to something even more deeper….
Deeper than emotions,
Deeper than the connection we have.
I want his eyes to be that deep about me.
In fact, I want to be the reason why his eyes are always questioning…
The reason why his eyes are so deep.
I want him to have that connection to speak through his eyes to mine.
I want him to rattle my core with the overwhelming understanding his gaze
can give off with just a simple glance…
And in return….
I want to return the favor.
I want us to constantly feel it…
That completeness that only comes from that gaze…
…all without words….
Words are meaningless….
…….so very unnecessary…….
When you are lost in those deep pools of understanding….
….so endless…..
so dark….
So deep….
So deep….

 
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