Who are you?

You're familiar as rain, but I never get to see your rainbows. Somewhere between the drizzle and the falling torrents, there always is a reflection of you I never catch, something solemn, sad, something almost dying.

Why do you close your eyes? All the while I thought you were hiding your eyes from me. But somewhere between the moments of blind love and my opened eyes, I saw that you closed your eyes only to conceal the world which you shut behind those eyelids. Some place you hide in, drifting through and drifting out.

I love you when you smile. When you laugh, I think I hear my own from inside. I love you when we talk about our dreams and when we talk through the night about the night. I love it more when there are those moments when we just stop talking, and then, everything falls into stillness and I know we understand each other.

I love it when you talk about life

School

People

Love

But when you’re still sad, I don’t think I understand you anymore.

I love it when I look into your eyes. When I do, I see me.