I feel like you left a gash on my heart just because you had one on yours.
—  excerpt from a book I will never write #72
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
So, through my eyes can you see me having a burning desire for your presence?
Through my eyes can you see me yearning for your touch?
Through my eyes can you sense the loneliness in my aura?
Through my eyes can you see that my soul craves to listen to your heartbeat?
Through my eyes can you see how bits of my soul is deteriorating within its walls?
Through my eyes can’t you see that I just miss you.
I guess you can’t.
—  unspoken feelings from a broken magician. // Through my eyes.