There is something about his eyes.
The way his vision paralyses me.
I cannot move, I’m struck to the bone in a glance.
My breath is caught. My lungs are pulled tight.
I can hear my heart throbbing in my ears.
I can feel sweat down my back.
The whole setting vanishes, The walls, the ceiling, the people..
and what’s left is the white. The blankness that I feared most.
But he’s still holding my eyes.
He’s there, He hasn’t left like everything else.
And it doesn’t matter, because he is everything else.