Carry On

In Her Eyes

The cool evening air.

A light gust of wind dancing through her hair.

Her hair blowing around like a waltz.

She is beautiful on the outside

and she doesn't even know it.

But something is different about her.

In her eyes,

you can see it.

Her mind.

Her soul.

Her spirit.

It is not there

in the body that I see.

It's off somewhere else,

it's flown away.

She's jumping off trains.

She's running through the woods.

The story is pulling her in.

If you kissed her,

she wouldn't even notice.

She is not there.

Her mind has taken her away.

The book has become her transportation

to a place where she can never be.