Ink & Silence: For Your Eyes Only
"Eye Eye Eyes"
Iβve been meaning to tell you somethingβsomething thatβs lingered gently in my thoughts for a while now.
Itβs about your eyes.
Thereβs something quietly captivating about them.
Not just their color or shapeβthough they are beautiful in their own rightβ
but the way they carry you.
But I donβt believe that.
They hold stories, soft and strong all at once.
When youβre happy, really happy, they light up like the worldβs finally caught its breath.
And in quieter moments, they hold a kind of depth that makes me want to understand everything youβve ever felt.
Your eyes donβt just see;
they feel.
They reflect your thoughtfulness, your empathy, and that strength I keep admiring from afar.
Even when you say little, they speak volumesβof all the resilience, vulnerability, and gentleness you carry.
Thereβs something about how
your gaze lingers,
how it softens when youβre listening, how it sharpens when you care.
I think itβs beautifulβ
the way your eyes mirror your soul.
The kind that allows itself to be seen, even when it could hide.
And maybe I just wanted you to know that someone sees it.
That I see you.
In all your complexity, in all your quiet strength.
Thereβs comfort in your presence, Carl.
A kind of safety I rarely feel around others.
You donβt have to say anything backβI just hope you carry this with you,
on heavy days and soft ones too.
You matter.And the world is softer because youβre in it.
