Listen.
his eyes whispered of things i couldn't name, couldn't categorize, left unmarked and unchecked through my deductions and reasonings. many other days, i had watched without worry, knowing that there were always things that i could see in him that would calm me, quiet me, and through him i found peace. but today... today, his eyes whispered, and i ached to listen.
a little johnlock poem for @astudyinbenlock (because she’s having a bad day and i wanted to cheer her up)











