Those Eyes Shock Me Back To Into Life
Sometimes, when someone looks at you in just the right way, you get this feeling that maybe things are really "okay". Not necessarily perfect...but good, just the way it is. It's like the feeling you get when you remember first stepping onto an escalator and how you worried about missing the step and falling backwards. And yet you remember telling yourself that even if you fall on that first step, something will be there to keep carrying you to the top. Knowing something is there, something good and stable to keep you up when you swear that you'll never regain to the height you once stood. It's like the feeling you had the very first time you really screwed up on something, no matter how big or small the mistake, you felt about the size of a dime. And then you remember how maybe some person in your life, told you "not to worry" that things would be "okay" and no matter what you still were just as important then as you were before. Like slipping into a sleep and just before your eyes close, those idling thoughts of mortality and desperation seep into your mind and then you find that one thing in your life that makes all of those thoughts less threatening and you find enough peace and comfort to finally fall asleep.
Being judged is beneath me now, I no longer fear this. Although I will confess that when he first gazed at me, I swore underneath my breath that he was judging me and all that I appear to be. I believe everyone does this, that when an individual stares or even glances in their direction, we immediately assume we are being judged and labeled. Don't fear this any longer, for it will show on your face no matter how hard you try and the person will then know, you are there to BE judged.
His eyes are always soft when he looks at me, I never seem to find them cold or distant inside. They glow with sincerity and honesty, traits that I admire in any person, and yet he makes them seem even more brilliant. Making eye contact with him, you will find shocks you back into life, back from the comatose state that depression and despair set you in. I swear to you, that he's not of this world...no person should possess such a power, and not know or know of its greatness.
When he touches me, I feel the spot where his fingers have gently grazed my body turn warm, like in passing his inner warmth from his heart. No matter how small or minute the touch, whether it's his rub-on-the-back greeting or even his "hey danielle, I have a question" poke, I always feel like my presence is appreciated and always welcomed in his company.
We may not speak often, but I find whenever we do converse, our conversation always passes smiles between both of our lips. We have our share of inside jokes and pokes of humor, and I always enjoy them everytime he brings them up. They'll never get old to me. I've never seen his face filled with anger or scorn at me, nor has he seen my face turn that shade of green when he walks to another part of the room to converse with another girl.
But when he stares at me in class and in passing, smiling, I can only think of one thing:
How lucky am I to know him?
xoxo
Being judged is beneath me now, I no longer fear this. Although I will confess that when he first gazed at me, I swore underneath my breath that he was judging me and all that I appear to be. I believe everyone does this, that when an individual stares or even glances in their direction, we immediately assume we are being judged and labeled. Don't fear this any longer, for it will show on your face no matter how hard you try and the person will then know, you are there to BE judged.
His eyes are always soft when he looks at me, I never seem to find them cold or distant inside. They glow with sincerity and honesty, traits that I admire in any person, and yet he makes them seem even more brilliant. Making eye contact with him, you will find shocks you back into life, back from the comatose state that depression and despair set you in. I swear to you, that he's not of this world...no person should possess such a power, and not know or know of its greatness.
When he touches me, I feel the spot where his fingers have gently grazed my body turn warm, like in passing his inner warmth from his heart. No matter how small or minute the touch, whether it's his rub-on-the-back greeting or even his "hey danielle, I have a question" poke, I always feel like my presence is appreciated and always welcomed in his company.
We may not speak often, but I find whenever we do converse, our conversation always passes smiles between both of our lips. We have our share of inside jokes and pokes of humor, and I always enjoy them everytime he brings them up. They'll never get old to me. I've never seen his face filled with anger or scorn at me, nor has he seen my face turn that shade of green when he walks to another part of the room to converse with another girl.
But when he stares at me in class and in passing, smiling, I can only think of one thing:
How lucky am I to know him?
xoxo