He... I... Gazing deeply. Sensing each other... Uneasy... Glances flicker when hiding something untold...

In the living room, we are having a staring contest, with no beginning and no end... The flickering in our minds is the flickering in our eyes and we're stumbling...

Is he afraid? Am I afraid? Does he know me? Does he want to know me? Not the superficial ego me, but the deep, lost, old soul girl within me... Is it sex? Is it more then sex? Will we function as in a relationship? Are there rules I should abide by? Am I capable of abiding by any rules? What troubles him? Does he feel as if he's lost control?

Flickering glances are flickering thoughts.

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