simple, however mesmerizing. That's what you are. And I think your tired eyes are kinda nice. Those lethargic eyes worn out by society, worn out by the dilemmas of life, but they're really nice. Sometimes they twinkle, sometimes they cry, most of the times dead, but I still like it anyway. They're one of the parts of you that I like the most. It isn't much to admire, but I like them a lot. I could see you through it, I could see you struggling to find your purpose in life. I wanted to assure you that it was okay, to not be able find who you are yet, to not be able to be okay yet, honestly, it'll be okay. You act okay, and I think that's nice too. But you don't really need to have to act okay all the time.
