Racoon eyes
Eye contacts are serial killers. They may take you to places where you never went. Like remains of home, Sips of wine or say literary sonnets. These are the places where a part of you is alive to exact revenge upon the wrongdoings you had in past and a part of you is dead forgiving someone because their wrath had taught you how not to die. Eye contacts are treat to your barren heart. You want to taste every slice of their being because it smells of dusk, dawn, marshmallows, half burnt cigar, you, him and probably us. They are the wonders that defines you and somewhat completes you and offer you the realisation that you've been empty all this while. Eye contacts are hourglass. They can snatch your embraces, kisses, bedsheets with creases, your smile and the love disguised as angst. The pleasure you can't put in words. They are actually the reason that cuts you off from the world or you can't end up being your saviour because the loneliness you carry broke the continuity