Looking empty, having not one thing inside but yet filled with stories only they can tell. I am drawn to them its like they reel me in, to listen to their tales. Unable to turn away, there is something about the eyes when I look into them a force comes over me, a weakness. The stories they tell grabs my heart like a warm hug, and those eyes, that hug, I'll never forget. We fly together their wings and mine, but perhaps something comes and causes those eyes pain and sorrow, rain no, a water fall has fall in. To much hurt, to much struggle, to much strength, has built up in them they need to be releast from all of it, perhaps become motionless