I wonder sometimes how much of me you see behind my eyes as I look at the world. Do you see how much I care for you? Do you realize when I'm attempting to take your mind in my hands and turn it about, looking for the way I might best fit mine to yours? Do you see the wonder, the fear, the anger as I look about me? What of the weariness, or the hope as I look to the future? What do you see?


















