Staring deep into her eyes, I wonder what they hold, what secrets, what pains, what joy. 

It's weird to think that she's the person I know best and yet know nothing of, I can read other people's feelings quite easily, effortlessly even, but yet she's a blank sheet.

I can't help but worry if she's happy or she's sad, if she understands what is going on, if she's confused or she's not, but her eyes reveal nothing, they remind me of a bottomless pit, and all I can do is wonder.

I wonder if she can understand love, if she can grasp the concept of life.

I wonder if I can share my knowledge with her, I wonder if she'll understand.

I wonder if she'll tell me her secrets, I wonder if she'll listen to mine.

I wonder if she'll understand why I'm staring at her, I wonder if she'll ask why.

I wonder if she knows I'm her sister, I wonder if she knows that I love...