Look at her eyes, those black holes embedded in her skull. What do you see? Is there an abyss? Is there a quicksand? Is there a cliff for you to jump off? Look closely.
There is none of that in her eyes. There are only a million thoughts running constantly in all directions—like a highway with no stoplights, no speed limits and no traffic regulations. They are gentle, rampant thoughts reflecting hurt, joy, success, regrets, twilights and daybreaks. And whenever any of them crash or collide with each other, her heart flutters.
Countless galaxies are made from these highways of chaotic thoughts. And these galaxies burst into a thousand suns and stars—the moment she hears your name.