Eyes

How is it that the eyes are the 'windows to the soul' if one cannot decipher them?

Her eyes were different.

It wasn’t because of the colour, no, it was something different. there was something in there that was different from the rest of the population’s.

It did not shine. It wasn’t empty. Once looking through them it wasn’t as if she was staring straight into your soul or all that creepy talk. It wasn’t monotonous either.

Her eyes did not like to speak. Her actions did.

Her eyes did not like to express.

Her eyes contained both something and nothing.

Her eyes were not mystical in any way possible, nor was it disinteresting enough to look away from.

Her eyes, the windows to her soul, were half-open and half-closed with a screen that filtered everything.

In times of happiness, her eyes do not light up.

In times of sadness, her eyes do not become downcast.

Her eyes simply existed to see. To see everything and nothing and she was okay with that.

Her eyes were made to observe, not react. The simple beauty of this makes it less complicated to decipher.

While her thoughts weren’t out on display either, it was easy enough to see past it.

Her eyes had a message.

A message that can’t be said.

From the wall she is hanging from, with her smile of mystery, it was difficult to focus on her eyes.

But once you do, there’s a message.

Save me.