Trisha Vicious

across the table he looked at me with quiet eyes in his dirty work pants and button up plaid shirt sawdust spilling from the crevices behind his glasses, those eyes inhaling beauty, exhaling questions a magnificent man troubled death had visited him early

I believe in love. I believe in people reaching deep down within their souls and marrying their hearts with one another. I believe in grace. I believe in humbly accepting all that is offered. I believe in appreciating beauty in all its forms and that beauty IS in the eye of the beholder. I believe in honesty and truth. I believe in imagination and that we are only limited by the limits we create. I believe in life after death and that our souls do live on yet it is up to our soul to believe in this continuation of life for it to actually exist. But mainly, most significantly, I believe in love.

bright lights burn my eyes and I keep glancing across there's a man at the bar does he keep looking at me or I at him?