Insight

Some believe the eyes are a person's window into their soul. I wonder. Although, my eyes are open, I allow the blinds to be only slightly cracked for fear of what the world may truly see. Today, did I adjust the blinds a little too much, did I allow too much light to enter, could you see inside the depths of my soul? Sitting across the table from you I find it hard not to follow what's in my heart. I look into your eyes and I'm drawn in like a moth is drawn to the flickering flame of a candle burning in the night. The danger of dying ever present, but it cannot help itself, as I almost can't. I long to feel your touch, more so than a casual brush of the hand, as we both reach for a napkin, I hunger to hold you in my arms, as much as a man dying of thirst craves a drop of water, to hold you so tight neither of us able to draw the next breath. You have never let on, as I, always keeping the guard up, never allowing you to fully enter but today there is a difference. Have I shown you too much? Your eyes are saying far more than the words escaping from your lips. Or is it only my wishful dreaming, my imagination. If I fully opened up, what was held within, closed off from the sunlight, hidden away in its cell of solitude, came rushing out, would my world change for the better or crumble like a sand castle as the tide rushes in? Dare I take the chance? As my courage builds, the words about to burst out.......the alarm clocks goes off. Can you hear the screams?


I told you this stuff comes from a complicated mind, somewhat therapeutic for me and hopefully a little entertaining for you.

Can you guess who the eyes belong to?