Her green eyes pierce the floor, watching every line of every tile as she drags her feet down the hallway. Her backpack hangs on her as it drains her life away, each book keeping its share of her, each taking an equal piece of every breath and every heartbeat. She glances upwards to inspect her path, and determine safe passage.
I catch a glimpse of her beautiful eyes, and the soft perfect skin of her face. In a split second she returns to her tedium of watching the floor, staring at the boring repetition of the beige institutionalized tiling.
This girl, she makes me think, she makes me wonder why she doesn�t hold her head up and dare to catch the eyes of passers-by. Is it too dangerous? Is it possible that she is afraid of what could be there? Does she see a horror in these other faces that I can�t see?
Her sandy brown hair falls around her ears, lacing the edges of her eyes. This veil creates secrecy, and a desire in me to know more. What is hidden in her mind? Why does she cause me such curiosity? I just want to know why. I want to understand the reasons.
You�ve caught my attention, I want you to look at me, I want you to look up from the floor, and I want you to hold my glance the whole way, moving your hair just out of your eyes, as you walk closer to me. When you look up and you finally stare into me as I�ve longed to stare into you, then I will understand, and then I will be able to hold you. Then I will be able to show my love for you. The desire will be fulfilled, my fear of what you hide, what you are afraid of, will go away. I will understand why you walk with your eyes on the ground.
Then I will finally have the chance to tell you how beautiful you are and how much I�ve longed for your look.
