How beautiful what this stare in my eyes was showing.
By not following his eyes, but closing mine, staring it down.
It was telling this story.
A softness I am expressing, a way to be compassionate about him.
I think he is also just human, going with what he has.
I guess that is just what it is.
Although it did make me angry just a little.
The way he stared into my eyes.
It is an invasion of my space, perhaps even time.
Where I am asleep from the inside for reasons that are good for me.
Taking a rest doesn’t always happen when we have our eyes closed.
From a human perspective you would do too, honestly.
However that stare woke me up, to understand that fire I have inside of me.