Staring Upon Reality I watch so silently as you concentrate and think. Your eyes locked upon what your brain is so focused upon. Ah focused. Something I wish I could be while I'm around you. Something that I yearn to be while not even in your presence physically. But mentally. Do you know how beautiful you are? Not just by pure reflection itself, but by reflection of soul. Ah yes. Your beautiful soul. So kind and understanding. So beautiful in every way. Ah. I see your gaze has met mine. For a few seconds you wonder so why I was gazing upon you so content. And so I shake my head, as if to tell you that I was not staring at you, but through you. Into another reality. But why would I want another reality, when you make this one so ...perfect?
