Eyes....
I've met people with all kinds of eyes--bloodshot eyes, missing eyes, eyes with strange colored splotches, eyes for help me and eyes for I can handle it, drunk eyes and tired eyes, happy eyes and uncertain eyes, eyes for looking and eyes for being seen.
The most pervasive quality to the eyes, though, is this aching hue, this--this begging, pleading, take-me-in-your-arms-and-crush-me-with-your-hope glare.. I don't know, maybe just too much sun? It has a feeling to it that can just Jenga your soul to tiny blocks on the dining room floor if you're not carefull. But after seeing so many I suppose I got accustomed, after a fashion. And I think I can clear them to a white that screams BANG.
The most pervasive quality to the eyes, though, is this aching hue, this--this begging, pleading, take-me-in-your-arms-and-crush-me-with-your-hope glare.. I don't know, maybe just too much sun? It has a feeling to it that can just Jenga your soul to tiny blocks on the dining room floor if you're not carefull. But after seeing so many I suppose I got accustomed, after a fashion. And I think I can clear them to a white that screams BANG.