“Every living person on this planet has their own unique pair eyes. Each their own universe” - I Origins
They say that the eyes are the windows of your souls. Do you believe in such saying? Well I do. But here’s the thing. Have you noticed your own eyes, I mean really noticed it. How it dilates and constrict, it’s color, it’s own little universe, but most importantly its story behind. I want to tell you my story that amazes me.
I am fond of looking myself in the mirror. I love to stare at my own eyes, memorizing every details of it, how brown it is with light and how dark it is at low light, I noticed how dull my eyes look, how bright it lit up when I smile, how clear it becomes when tears build-up, and how sharp I look when I am angry. To be honest I am fan of eyes. I love seeing bright eyes that tells you everything. It is quite a long time since I looked anyone straight in their eyes when I listen to their story or appreciate its beauty.
So, my story. I was out with my friends one night and as expected it was late at night when we decided to go home. I was driving my motorcycle when I noticed something in my helmet. I noticed an eye looking back at me. It scared me for a moment and that’s when I decided to adjust the little windshield of my helmet. As I was driving, I can’t help but to analyze the eye that I saw. It was sad, painfully sad eye to look at. An eye that lost all hope that she has, an eye saying that she has given up on life, an eye that tell a story that I have never seen before. The expression of that eye scared the crap out of me but still I wanted to look at that eye to understand it better, to know the whole story. So, I gather all my strength to look at it again. I know, I may sound stupid or I am that stupid but I never realize that it was my eye until I analyze the logic where it came from.
I have never seen my eyes like that. How sad it can be when no one is watching. How sad it is when I am alone. My tells a different story that show the feeling that I am trying to deny. It always brings me into tears every time I remember how it looks. But the sad part of it is I have no idea how heal her broken and sad sad story of my eyes.
