I look at him
and he looked at me.
The seconds turn into minutes
while I'm drawn into his eyes.
They say the eyes are the windows into our soul.
At first glance,
he is a stranger for me
but as he opens his windows,
I feel reunited with a good old friend.
Although I'm an only child,
in this life.
With him, I suddenly feel so close and befriended.
A rare feeling that is beyond a basic friendship.
We gently shake hands
and depart with a silent smile.
I ponder,
that's how it must feel
to have a brother.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
I look at him
and he looked at me.
The seconds turn into minutes
while I'm drawn into his eyes.
They say the eyes are the windows into our soul.
At first glance,
he is a stranger for me
but as he opens his windows,
I feel reunited with a good old friend.
Although I'm an only child,
in this life.
With him, I suddenly feel so close and befriended.
A rare feeling that is beyond a basic friendship.
We gently shake hands
and depart with a silent smile.
I ponder,
that's how it must feel
to have a brother.
Inspired by an encounter with a "stranger" I had during an Eye-Contact Experiment.