He stared to the horizon, he stared through the roof, he looked at his feet and hands he touched the wooden table and the warm plastic on his laptop...
those eyes those deep pools of wonder, the electricity that sparked on my skin at her glance, it was and is the only thing that clouds this vision and warms this soul. Every blink of these eyes the time ticking at rambling meetings those eyes stare back at me and it has become the meaning of this life.
