Eyes

I always believed the eyes to be the window to the soul. When you look into someone's eyes you expect to see something infinitely powerful and amazing.

Some peoples eyes are full of curiosity or anger or passion.

You expect to see eyes that are full of life because we are, of course, alive.

You expect to see green, blue, brown, grey or any combination of those together. But with any color eyes, you expect to see an ocean. An ocean that never ends and is always reaching away from the black hole in the center.

I see what I expect in everyone's eyes; vastly beautiful and complex strings of life and emotion. 

When I look into my eyes I see nothing.

Does this mean I have no soul or that I am merely blind to the beauty I possess but only others can see?

I doubt this to be true. 

I look into my eyes and I see no ocean, no color, no life. The only emotion I see is that of longing. Instead of a reaching ocean, I see a creature reaching away from the dark. 

The deep and lonely dark. 

You may ask why I see what I see in my eyes but remember it's those eyes that are looking at themselves.

So I ask you, what do you see?   

Reviews

[Marcus]

Mysteries mostly. I am pretty good at reading other peoples' eyes but my own haunt me with the unknown almost the unknowable nature of the life behind them. I have known myself and I never thought I did. Maybe you should be receiving God and not yourself. You speak of fear of disaster. There is no fear in perfect love, just joy and love.