Eyes peering out. Fearing a fearful place. Longing for a warm embrace.
You should see the way she looks into my eyes. Her face brings fire and passion to my brain. Like she is in the Iditarod, she has the drive, desire, and confidence to go the whole way. A deceiving look of shyness, her brain moves at one million miles an hour. A thinker like you and I, she rips through ideas, dreams, and consequences. Her eyes show me this.
In a time where so many of my peers have lost, unwillingly changed, or just forgotten about their dreams, she is refreshing. Our dreams make us who we are. They make us happy, passionate people who have the ability to change the world around us. That is power. That is inspiration. That is truth.