I saw myself in there. Two of me glaring at me. They were buried in the best place they could be. It was your eyes. Your shiny eyes looking at me as if they saw me for the first time. Not moving an inch beyond I was perhaps lost in one of them, and now I can’t find my way out. They are like a prison I enjoy, your eyelids work as bars. Where though they are closed, I can see the world come at par. It’s a cage I never want to get out of, a sentence I want forever, because your eyes have been my fantasy, since the beginning of eternity. When tears well up in your eyes, there is a surge in my life, but when it’s me on that side, that’s when they see you crying inside. The moment you close your eyes, to breathe a prayer, an angel is beckoned from heaven, and she whispers in my ears with the voice sweet enough to make my day, and I realise that it’s the voice of your soul talking to me, as if it knows my existence in here.