Rude

"Look at me," he says, pulling my chin up to face him as I shyly avoid his gaze. How can something so steady be so uncertain at the same... time? How can something so limited be so vast in this same... space? "Look in my eyes," he says, and I can't help but sink in resolution. Deep in his soul I see my reflection, Decades of enlightenment and meditation, Brown eyes brought to life with unexplained sensation, Decorated in elaborate scarlet silk and parted hair-- A present in the form of predestination. "Look at me," he says, And all I can see is the future. 4.15.14