You wear headphones as if they're attached to you, assigned to you. Music approaches you differently, beautifully. I stare into your eyes, i'm too distracted to notice the color.
Headphones, you're a grand one.
He stares hard and carefully. I get nervous and look away quickly, then look back to meet his eyes. I realized your eyes never left me. He's connected, in the moment. He's still, gentle. He has eyes like secrets.
You listen as good as those headphones in your ears.
Headphones.
