I love my eyes. They can tell you everything about me. Every time I cry, my eyes turn grey - they also get really glossy and then puffy. The day after I cry I look like a strung out crack-head. My eyes are the window to my soul. When you look deep into my eyes, you know that there have been days where I have laughed my heart out; days that I have seen amazing things. You will know that when I smile I am full of joy and happiness.
When I am hurt, you know that although I can look into your eyes and tell you I am fine...I am really not. There are many times where I have hid behind my pride and had to be the bigger person. That's really what life is...being the bigger person. Right?
Some days you can see every single happy memory that I have! Each day that I have laughed until my belly aches and had tears in my eyes. Every time you look into my eyes you know that I have loved my family with everything that I have! Everything that I am! You know that I am loved....
When you look into my eyes, there are signs that some days have been longer than others - that there are days in my life that I would like to forget --- weeks...months and especially last year. I know that although my eyes have seen sadness and heartache - that they have witnessed injustice and disrespect. My eyes have aged over the years, sometimes they look like my mother's - tired, seasoned and jaded.
When you look into my eyes you see me.
What do people see when they see you?