I’ve held eyes with something that had encapsulated my attention.
It unfurled my senses, it chased me away from my fears, and it created an opening that would never encase itself.
I only wish to look through its eyes and see the world.
My hands lay bare and untouched by their senses.
For I am virgin to something of its special splendor; it had a mindset that it drilled in me.
But, when I try to stretch out for it, it lets me fail and fall into an endless spiral—showing me I truly do need it.
In the end, I hope it becomes my captor.