People say that eyes are the windows to the soul.
Why then do we look into each other's eyes and lie to one another? Why do we lie about being okay? Why do we lie and say we believe them when we see their souls pouring out into their eyes saying they're not?
Why do we describe blue eyes as icy and cold and describe brown eyes as soft and warm?
Why can he look into her pale blue eyes searching for some connection and only see his chaotic hazel eyes staring back at him as if her eyes were mirrors?
Why do we like to pull the curtain closed over these windows?
Why won't we let people see inside?
Look into someone's eyes and maybe you'll find out.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
