Eyes are such weird things. Some say they are the windows into the soul, but I feel as if they are projections of the soul. Through windows, you can see pretty clearly, but projections are generally more clouded. Eyes are like projections because you may be able to obtain a good idea of what someone is composed, however there will always be mysterious things that can’t be noticed when looking into someone’s eyes.
My eyes are blue, as mentioned before. I’ve had people tell me they’re beautiful all throughout my life, but I know they’re just the same color as most of the population. Sometimes they seem to turn a shade of gray, like the sky before a storm, when I’m sad. This actually happens a lot…..hmmmm. I guess I should go ahead and tell you guys that I haven’t exactly had the happiest life. That’s for another post, though.
I’ve always loved brown eyes- the deep, clear, brown kind. They have always seemed so exotic and truthful to me. I loved a boy in eighth grade who had the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever encountered. He was from Costa Rica and a freaking genius. I think I may still love him a little bit. It’s been a crazy three years since then.
I’ve always wanted green eyes, like a rain forest. I’ve always thought they would bring curious glances….maybe they would think I was mysterious. Who knows? I just don’t want to be average.