An unsightly calamity

You know the eyes of the blind? The pretty, unseeing grey irises, the cloudy pupils all swirled into one little foggy galaxy, the way they gaze at you, that unfocused glare, not looking at you but always what's behind you,

An artwork in and of itself, like Van Gogh's starry night, splatters of beautiful abstract, odd shapes.

The eyes, they make you feel invisible, like you're not even there,

But maybe their eyes can still see, just not the things we can see.

*note: cover art not by me