They say that eyes are the portal to someones soul. But what if their eyes are empty?
I feel like my eyes are empty sometimes, like you see nothing in them.
No pain, no joy, nothing.
Maybe thats why I sometimes feel like no one sees me. Because they can't actually see me.
Because my soul isn't strong enough to reach my eyes.
Atleast thats what I see in the mirror, dark eyes with a colour that looks like a muddy forest ground.
But when I look in their eyes, I see a deep ocean. Or that kind of green that glass has, strong and dark but when the light hits it, it becomes see through and looks like fairywings. Sometimes their eyes are also brown, like chocolate or the colour of fall.
I love their eyes.
They're so pretty.
And when they laugh, they light up and shine in every colour of their soul.
I love their soul.
It's so pretty.
And it's strong and faithful.
I hope I never forget that.
I hope I never forget how beautiful their soul is, and how it feels when it touches mine.
I hope I will never forget them, I hope I will never forget anything of them.
Because although I try to keep them in my mind, and remind myself every day that they are precious and so wonderful, I feel like I forget what they are sometimes.
I don't take them for granted, and I don't want that. I want to appreciate them every day, every second and every moment they spend with me and without me.
I'm well aware that that might seem like a stupid thing to think, but what else really is there?
If you think of it this way, there is nothing that doesn't continue when your not watching. Everything goes its way, no matter if you're there or not.
So really if you're just paying attention when you are there, when you can see it, it just exists in your own mind and not in all reality. And that would be sad wouldn't it?
To have them only there when you are watching.
So I think of them all the time, so I can be sure that they're not just existing in my mind.
I hope that made sence in any way, and I hope they think of me too maybe, so I don't just exist in their mind.
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The stupid life I have
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