Eyes

He stares blankly into the ceiling with his thoughts clouded in darkness. 
Same memories lingering in his head with a hint of happiness. 
Those eyes, that skin, those lips, he grins. 
A face that resurfaces, comes anguish from within.


He then stares around his room. 4 walls feeling trapped. 
Memories of a time, where his fears were unmasked.
"Run! Don't look back" he says to his younger self. 
Stubborn he stayed and waited. Just like a naive pet


He continues to stare. 
This time at moving blades producing air.
Vividly seeing pictures in his head as the wind touches his hair. 
He sighs as a tiny drop of tear fall from his eyes.