There was once a girl, eyes deep as the ocean, speckled and sparkling with intelligence and desire. She smiled like she knew more than me.. and she did. She knew all about the galaxies and constellations and their secret powers of escape. She knew about the depth of a mind (and its sparks of fear, insecurity and lust) and how circuits collide and break. Yet she chose to look at me - right into my mundaneness (the plain, hazel, mundane-ness of my existence) - and she smiled, lighting up those constellations that she knew all about.
— My mind when I think of Her