Everything is fiction.
\nWhose life is not?
\nExcept your eyes.
\nTheir dialogue between us
\nis true.
\nThey are more literate
\nthan words.
\nAt night I look for your eyes.
\nBlack as black,
\nthey have light.
\nOptics that create
\nwhat is seen.<\/p>\n
I see my house
\nbecause you see it.
\nI am reminded of time
\nbecause you see it pass,
\nbecause you ignite it.
\nI see my place as home,
\ninstantly written,
\nby your eyes.
\nWhere your eyes are not,
\nI do not exist.
\nThe candle of my heart blown out,
\nlife become fiction.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Everything is fiction. Whose life is not? Except your eyes. Their dialogue between us is true. They are more literate than words. At night I…<\/p>\n