“His eyes have their own vocabulary. what a beautiful language to learn.”

We stared at eachother for awhile, Lingering. In those moments I felt different. As I stared into his seemingly black eyes. I saw sadness, fear and things I have never felt before. We stared at eachother and I thought “Fuck… I totally feel you” as if our eyes had been conversing. Someone said that eyes were the window to the soul and in that moment I knew they were right. I felt like I had been sucked into an alternate universe and I was not the protagonist… He was. I felt what he felt, even if it was not what I myself had been feeling. We locked eyes. We felt. But we walked away without a single word. I now wish I would have smiled at him because maybe I might have seen something different. Or maybe he would have felt different. Perhaps I could have changed something for him. Maybe my smiling at him could have made whatever we had both felt disappear.

Erika x