Jan 13 2012
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slowlydrifting: Tiziana Pielert  The Afghan girl You know that moment when you looked into someone’s eyes really close and it was beyond what you saw? The emotions became different; beyond your usual intimate feelings towards the person you were looking at. It becomes a whole new realization, what you were looking at wasn’t really what you’re looking at. You saw yourself, but more than your reflection in that person’s eyes. You’d begin to fade into the illusion of yourself looking back at you. And all along you’ve been looking at no one but yourself. Once I had this moment. One of those that I could recall it significant. I saw myself. I saw myself looking back at me, smiling. I couldn’t recall what I wanted to do at that moment, but when those eyes were set on mine, I naturally smiled back and gave him a tight hug. Not because I felt that I had found my other significant, but more like I could behold another me. And that sight made me feel really calm. No harm, no fear, for I know “the other me” wouldn’t do me harm.

slowlydrifting:

Tiziana Pielert 

The Afghan girl

You know that moment when you looked into someone’s eyes really close and it was beyond what you saw? The emotions became different; beyond your usual intimate feelings towards the person you were looking at. It becomes a whole new realization, what you were looking at wasn’t really what you’re looking at. You saw yourself, but more than your reflection in that person’s eyes. You’d begin to fade into the illusion of yourself looking back at you. And all along you’ve been looking at no one but yourself.

Once I had this moment. One of those that I could recall it significant. I saw myself. I saw myself looking back at me, smiling. I couldn’t recall what I wanted to do at that moment, but when those eyes were set on mine, I naturally smiled back and gave him a tight hug. Not because I felt that I had found my other significant, but more like I could behold another me. And that sight made me feel really calm. No harm, no fear, for I know “the other me” wouldn’t do me harm.