Stories within the eyes
A pair of eyes holds a thousand stories. You could read some, assume others, and the rest you cannot even visualize. Your eyes are the most unpredictable part of you.
Because you can never know what they hold; silence or storm. Honesty or pretention. Love or grief.
I look for eyes that can light a house and make you feel prosperous. Eyes that make me soft.
Some eyes smile and glisten every fold on your cheeks. Some become tinier when you laugh hard. And then comes the ones which crush your heart but in beautiful ways.
Those are the eyes that command you to look inside them but you just cannot. They look at you the same way you watch the stars. And you become vulnerable again. Just like a candle melting at the touch of a flame; slowly yet gracefully.
And all you want to do is keep burning and burning unless your remains cease to exist.
