Window

People say that the eyes are the windows to a person's soul and I can't agree more.

Looking into those deep seated eyes that belong to that face marred by exhaustion and determination, a part of me softened. I see a person who knows what he wants, who does everything in his power to make sure he gets what he wants but is also a person who willingly admits defeat and possesses the capacity to let things go should the need arise.

I respect you for that, I really do. It is one of your many qualities that I really admire. Yet, I wonder if you too, look into my eyes.

Because if you do, you will see a person whose life has long been plagued by self-doubt and loneliness. Reliance is something that is hard to come by for me and I have learned how to live without it. Trust is something that has too often been given and thrown back in my face. I move, in hopes that by moving I will finally find a place to stay. The longing in my eyes do not belie my inner emotions, I've already pulled up a strong facade to do that.

I just hope that in time I will find a solution, that I will finally be able to avert my gaze away from your eyes or that one day I will gain permission to peer even further into the very depths of that that defines you.

I can only pray.