been a while since i last dared to peer into your gentle eyes. might be willing to throw out all inhibitions and reservations, but somehow i’m too scared to lock my gaze upon your glowing irises. it’s not even that i fear you’ll pierce right into the truths just shaking to spill out of every pore— or that i’m still holding on to a hopeless cause. i think i’m more afraid that i’ll find everything i don’t want to know, that i’m not willing to believe.