I don’t know what it is about eyes that has me thinking too much at this point of time. I must explain myself before any further elaboration for the fear of sounding uncomfortably absurd. By “eyes” I mean the organ(s) of the human body which play a crucial part in the process of perceiving the sense of sight/vision in its entirety (physical structure, purpose, metaphysical aspect,etc).
I was speaking to a certain someone, I call him,for the purpose of clarity “P.T.”. The second initial of this name I give him is the same as the type of pets I own or perhaps it could be better for me to say the animal species of my children. Anyhow, P.T. has the most childlike wonder in his eyes. I see how his eyes lightens up when it views an object of interest or when P.T. speaks to me of his abstract understanding of nature and humanity (especially when the concept of the inherent beauty in everything comes up). Yesterday we concluded we were doomed to be melancholic if we accepted that the darkness had become an addiction and we could not fight it. But hey,man, there’s too much beauty (I said to him) and I saw his eyes light up (thus he proved my point).
Another pair of eyes that are consuming me now are those of M.S, who was, for the past few months, my healer. She was the cutest little creature that walked this earth. She had the most beautiful eyes and her eyelashes were majestic. Our eyes often communicated to each other more than what our words could. She was my person to share the silence with and convey the waves of the emotional specturum with the use of the eyes. M.S , my cute little healer had grand tears in her eyes the last time I saw her and her beautiful eyes were red. My eyes quickly took cue and what followed can easily be understood.
The eyes of D/J were incredibly powerful and meeting them with my own made my cheeks rouge. His eyes were not close in any way to the animal he described himself as:an old camel. Sigh. More like a young reptile. His eyes are a reminder of why I must, no matter what, continue to improve my French, so that, one day, our eyes meet but the sounds ,my lips seem to part for ,are remotely similar to his reading of Rimbaud.
S.D’s eyes are comforting and crescent-like. Her eyelashes are majestic, much like my cute little healer. S.D, with her half moon incredibly powerful eyes stood one day as my mother-figure reminding me of what must be done and some other reminding me of how much she loves and cares about me. Her eyes emanate joy when you utter the word “Rome”. My non biological Maa has beautiful eyes.
My soulmate/fake husband D has eyes that change shades of colour. The aesthetic appreciation as well as the ease of communication through his eyes make me so drawn to his. The funniest is when he makes the bechara eyes. I have no hesitations while looking into his eyes and not speaking for a while.
I must shut my eyes soon for I must let them rest! I guess it’s too much of a cliché to say that “Eyes are the window of the soul” but well that’s as close to the truth as we, as mortal beings, can get. A related issue to the physical pair of eyes that I must adress in great length is the third eye. For now, I must depart.
peace. love. anarchy