she looked through the windows of my soul.

I was walking down Telegraph ave. (a street with lots of reggae and punk culture easily seen in people's clothing and the building decorations and murals. two punkish looking guys sit against a building on the ground. a punkish girl about my age, a bit older. she stares into my eyes, no my soul. her face is familiar, but i havent seen it anywhere else. she wasnt smiling nor was she frowning. a serious look on her pale face shot out from her piercing blue eyes. the five seconds she stared at me lasted, last a lifetime it seems. I still feel her inside my soul. she eminates from every corner of my mind. but it seems familiar, like this has happened before. she was entirely silent. we never spoke a word, nor heard a word from eachother. our eyes locked while I walked up the street, she just stood still.
I need her
I need her