I wonder what I look like in your eyes…

I don't know how I ended up here. Maybe it's the loneliness. Maybe it's trying to hold onto this massive universe that resides in me. I don't know what I'm looking for. But I'm here anyway.

I want to reflect on___________________.

things that evoke an incommunicable feeling: trains, 5pm, august, revisiting a place you haven’t seen in a long time, reuniting with an old friend, city balconies at night, being the only person awake in the house, noticing a new grey hair or wrinkle on your loved one, opening a letter that either bears good or bad news, initials carved into trees,

through me, do you