Look into my eyes, tell me what you see. A soul confined that cries to be free. With care in your stare, can you see the pain. Take a look into my eyes. What is it that you see? Is it happiness, sorrow? Can you tell..what I’m feeling inside. Just take a look, maybe my …

tashajohansson: “ Love isn’t something we invented. It’s observable, powerful. Why shouldn’t it mean something? Maybe it means more – something we can’t understand, yet. Maybe it’s some evidence, some artifact of higher dimensions that we can’t consciously perceive. Love is the one thing that we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and …