when i looked into this girl's eyes (they were green, deep) i could feel the warmth and chill of this unfamiliar innocence. It wasn't right to have, at this age. it doesn't seem right at this age. How can you be so perfect. how can you go about like you did, like you didn't notice the black in my eyes, in the middle of all of our eyes, everyone's except yours. maybe i just don't see it. maybe i just can't fathom the maturity it takes to become an entity like you are. maybe some things are just too real for the rest of us to comprehend.