The eyes that glanced back at me were as brown as a glass of old bourbon in dim light and, I tell you, if they were as intoxicating then I'd want to be a drunkard.
Something about those eyes struck me ..........like , like lightning in a storm. Her eyes were like wood in flames. I saw bravery, I saw chivalry. Something about those her eyes, about the way she looked at me was daring.
Her eyes were tranquil like an ocean after twilight yet those eyes seemed to be ablaze. It's almost like I'm at a war with myself.
Her eyes were captivating, her eyes were pulling me towards her and, the strange part was that she had a sway with me and she didn't know or maybe she did and didn't show; it was hard to tell.
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Just in my head
RandomEver had the time to marvel about the complexity of life? Ever wondered what 'life' is all about exactly? Ever had a really deep thought strike you out of nowhere? That's all what 'just in my head' is all about.
