AS I become adrift into his eyes, I start to see the mystery that his lips fail to convey.
He holds a deeper legend then he lets most conclude.
His eyes express beauty and tragedy, yet they have this twinkle that reveals aspiration for something greater than the history they sustain.

When his lips speak I can’t help but notice the hidden story his eyes are trying to express.
Does he realize that I can see this? He has mentioned the butterflies his stomach perceives often and always glances away.
I want to ask what his eyes are trying to express, but then I feel as if maybe his eyes are interrogating mine.
I too perceive butterflies and often look away;
why do we do this?
Is it the fear of finally being understood, or is it that we are so comfortable with the walls we have built around us that we don’t want anyone to intrude.
Whatever it is; it continues to keep me intrigued.
His eyes are a wonderland; filled with many anecdotes I desire to figure out.