How I Fell

It seems like the world is spinning too fast, too fast for anyone to appreciate. The seconds fall like flies and memories are quickly turned into grains of sand blown past in the changing winds of life. It used to be that time was slow, that memories were ingrained into our minds like stone etchings. The only singular moment that time stops free falling and begins to slowly glide is when you look into their eyes. You have the seconds to appreciate the shape, size, layers of colours in their iris praying for that 45% more dilated pupil just for an inkling they like you, and that moment just right there lasts a life time. You have never been so quiet, still or concentrated. Nothing else could exist but that instant and unfathomable connection that has been locked when their eyes met yours. Beauty is seen to be things that have been created by human hands, so what thing so great could have made their eyes. By the wish of an eyelash I pray, that I will never have to live without his blue blue eyes.