/lit/ - Literature

Eyes. For me eyes are quintessence of human being. I think of them as a main device connecting oneself with outside world. Their bizarre patterns and deep colours mesmerizing, their always searching and piercing gaze fascinating. Even death brings a new sorrowful spin with its murky, empty look. Gazing into someone eyes is like looking at their most vulnerable form, naked, pure. The act feels so intimate that it's hard for me to maintain prolonged eye contact.

Is it natural to feel embarrassment when meeting gazes with another person?