Something to Make You Happy
The October wind blows and picks up the small leaves on the ground by my feet. I stand and watch as these leaves perform a small ballet. They rise and fall like each has it’s own part to play in a small orchestra. Like your eyes. Each bit of pigmentation is a new world of color that needs to be explored by my eyes. Every day your eyes change colors. A new green color mixed in with some yellows and grays. Each day brings a new symphony that echos into my pupils to the back of my eyes to create a picture to be explored. Staring into your eyes is a new sensation that can only be matched by eating sushi after not having it for several months. The new flavors burst into my mouth and reverberate off my taste buds. They echo off into my stomach and bring about the most pleasurable sensation.
If only I could look into those precious orbs day in and day out. I keep a picture of them on my computer but they get covered by the things of my day. Note taking or story writing. I cannot see them every second because of the pressures that are keeping me away from you constantly and taking away my power to day dream. These powers are far beyond my power to take away but they are forgotten by the deepest dark parts of your eyes.
In your eyes is a passage way to your brain. You may not realize it but just by looking into your eyes I can tell what you are thinking. Maybe not word for word but the patterns in your eyes reflect the patterns of your brain. Each small wrinkle perfectly reflecting outside what is occurring in the deepest part of your subconscious. Your eyes give away when you are thinking even if you want to hide from me. All you really need to do is close your eyes and you could keep your secrets but please don’t because it is your secrets that make you interesting.
They say that eyes are the windows to the soul. If that is true your soul is the most beautiful part of you. Like your eyes it has its dull moments but your soul is beautiful and bright. It makes me happy like a warm blanket that fills me and makes me whole again. To stare into your eyes is to take a piece of you and fill in the places of me that have been needed fixing. Examining your inner beauty gives power to the outer. The person you are is reflected in your eyes.
All I ask is don’t close your eyes. Do not hide who you are from me and go off into a deep seclusion. Climb out of that cave and be the person you are with true potential. I hope your eyes never fill with tears or are never clouded by other things that might draw them under your eyelids. Your eyes are a mirror and I view myself from them. The things you see in me are reflected by your presence. If you stop looking or glance away I could lose sight of the person who is inside your eyes or inside mine. Your eyes are a symphony of light that create beautiful music in my brain and whenever I hear that symphony i know I’m complete.
I know I ended up writing about eyes my last essay but this isn't about my eyes or just eyes.
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Sam, this was a really good essay. I was interested the whole time and the whole thing just flowed very well. I don't know if you are writing about a particular person, but I could feel the passion in your writing. Honestly, this was really awesome, good job!
ReplyDeleteSam, I really like this. Good job!
ReplyDeleteI don't like your disclaimer at the bottom. You shouldn't ever have to have a reason for why you wrote what you wrote. If you want to write about eyes more than once, go ahead and do it.
Although this writing is really good, I honestly couldn't tell that it was you that wrote it. It didn't sound like you at all, in my opinion.