I love looking into the eyes of people.

Don't get me wrong, at times it can be awkward.
But so much can be given and received in a blink of an eye.

All because of my decision to look up at you and not burn my eyes into the ground.

Our eyes carry life, they carry spirit, emotion; one that is unique to each and every one of ourselves.

My eyes can never be yours, nor can your eyes be mine.

This is because you have not seen what I have seen.
Nor will you behold what my eyes have held.

But still, when you pass by me, look at me, remind me of the beauty in humanity.

Show me grace in that twinkle of your eyes.