The way you bat your eyelids like gentle flapping of wings of bird in a dark abyss takes me back to the memory where I lay on your speeding bike while you were riding it at the speed of wind, the air gushed through long lush hair making whispering sounds.. have never felt so alive and care free. I could die a thousand times to feel this way… I can hear your heartbeat in repeating cycles of pulsating and dropping down in a second as you hug me tight for long time on a beach with lighthouse at midnight as the light moves from left to right and sound of waves crushing against background… Do you feel vulnerable and open out there just like me… Now when I see you through the glass reflection out of blue, all I see is pain. Did I do it? I’ll never know.. I’ll never know…I hope not, or is it a mere reflection of what I see in myself on a serene surface of a pond unperturbed of whats going inside … you never know how many layers you’ll have to peel to reach in there, yet some faces are like mirror, so transparent and clear…