Hiraeth

Eyes

Your's are soft. Just soft. And steady, like you know what you're doing. Always.

Like Earth, dust, and the steadfastness of forever. Of tree bark and burning intelligence.

Mine are bright and twinkle with the energy I have not spent. And I'll be damned if I let you burn me down.

I trip over air. You breathe it in.

I dart around, from place to place like I don't know how to sit.

You sit back and watch me, like me moving around is enough to make you tired.

I laugh and adjust the glasses settled on the bridge of my nose, putting a shield between me and the rest of the world.

You face everything head on.

I can't sit still. I never could.

You can't speed up. You take your time.

I make faces at everything that passes by me. I fumble with the things in my hands, and twirl my pencil until it hits me in the face. I fall out of my chair when I reach down too far. I scream at stupid things and cry over stories that never happened.

You take it all in, and stay still. Moving like the leaves the wind whispers to.

I watch the world and you watch me.

Until I turn and look at you.

Then you see right into my soul.