Seethroughme Stories

a poem

A metaphor says that the eyes are the windows of the soul. Maybe that's why I'm always drawn to staring at them, a risky habit that could brew a misunderstanding for the perceiver. I admit that I admire looking at everything- it's not the "everything" that I admire but the "looking" itself. I thought it was a way to find out. A way to see. And a way to acknowledge. It's the only thought that stayed in my mind. Not until something else stared at me, saw through me, and pierced through the surface. I thought I enjoyed "looking" the most... until someone "saw" through me.- Vivienne

If He is the Sun She is the Moon Always chasing, always swooning, always Far, yet close.. and like the Sun and the moon they are not meant to be.. but if they met they will cause an Eclipse. It was the last day. After this everything will end. They will never talk about him. His chapter will end. She will stop reading him like an open book. ~ she thought.. but who knew it was an end or a dramatic start? rewriting "See through Me" ~The og author