An empty stare

I see nothing in your eyes.

I can’t find my way around, I feel genuinely lost. I dropped it on the floor at one point, I let go of it completely – so much I did not even notice that it was no longer in my possession. I’m going to have to find it again, it’s a tiny black box of impenetrable adamantium. It’s my black box, so stay the fuck away from it.

You know how they say that you can see a person’s true self by looking deep into their eyes, that you can gaze into their very soul? If that is so, what do you do when you look at yourself in the mirror and see nothing. The intense stare you give yourself is returned as a blank glare, devoid of life and enthusiasm. So you look away from it, try to keep yourself occupied. Indulge yourself in the things you enjoy, but every time you walk past a reflective surface – you see those eyes again. Every time you meet a friend and look them in the eye, you can see yourself. You’re hollow.
But then, suddenly, you meet someone. And the blank eyes are replaced by a thousand candles’ light focused on two, tiny pupils – and you realise you have found something good. Now tell me; why would you even risk losing that? Moreover, why did you lose it.

I need to think.