four eyes.

A blinding yellow light was all I could see from my cottony cocoon, until I saw the four eyes that became home.

The harsh sunlight was all I could see in my tiny uniform, until I saw the four eyes that became my safe place.

The cold classroom lights were all I could see, until I saw the four eyes that became my best allies.

The bright stage lights were all I could see, until I saw the four eyes that became my loudest applause.

The endless darkness was all I could see, until I saw the four eyes that pulled me back home.

The chaos of adulthood was all I could see, until I saw the four eyes that still look at me and see their little girl.

~ shreya.