I'm in a love and hate relationship with my eyes.
Although polluted and often dark, seeing the city in its raw and most vulnerable state at dawn is breathtaking. How the sun slowly rises, occupying the skyline and breaking out into a cheerful star. The bright smile on my parents' faces whenever they'd wake me up. In the midst of brown and black color of my morning coffee, pale and sleepy green bonsai sitting on the tabletop.
Here comes the hate part. I dislike looking into people's faces, taking in their features—the color of their skin, size of their body, how small or big their eyes are and the list goes on and on. Yes, it's still art...but people are more than their physical appearances. And most of the times, we tend to lose interest just because of what we see on the outside. Admit it or not, our eyes quickly judge. Disappointing and sad, we're losing the chance to get to know a precious soul because of our eyes.
How I wish it was your soul I could meet first, not your physical appearance. That could really change how the world works, don't you think?
s i n | "soul"
BINABASA MO ANG
sundown musings
Puisia collection of poetries and prose. welcome to my soul. [highest achievement: #5 in spokenpoetry]
