a burning gaze attracts my attention from across the room, one i cannot break. a gaze that blazes right through me, right through my own eyes, deep into my soul, stealing every secret i possess. a gaze i cannot read, nor understand the intent, and try to read by taking in the surroundings. but it isnt in the surroundings that i will find meaning, it is the source.

but these eyes are too weak, and unwilling to venture any farther into the darkness at present.

staring down your future, not knowing where it will end, what path to take, when it will begin to make sense.

when the secrets i cannot read or understand will present themselves to me, and whether they will be pretty or not. and why i dont just jump in, and see what life brings is hard to understand sometimes.

maybe it is the weary feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me sunshine is not in the immediate future.

'looks like rain, tut-tut, looks like rain.'