Johnny's POV
They're a green, not an emerald green. A dark green, the color of birch tree leaves in the summer. And on the perimeter of your pupil, are yellow lines, as if a little 1st grader were too draw the sun with yellow streaks of how webbed feet of ducks are. His eyes shine like no one else's I've ever seen. I get lost in his eyes, fighting my way through the jungle, trying to find my way out. If I were to look into his eyes forever, I would be on the verge of death because of how many beautiful things come out of that jungle.
That is the craziness I love.
