When I don't want to see the world, I wear my shades.
Sure I can still everything behind the tinted glasses but to the world I am a man without the eyes.
It affords me a little freedom to be ambivalent, to be disinterested, to be lost in the chaos.
I shut my vision to the incomprehensible. And I am safe, quite strangely, in my being lost.
I'm transparent. My face cannot camouflage my feelings. If I'm pissed, you can see it in my face, ditto with being sad, angry, angsty, bitchy. My face is a palette by which I paint my emotions and I cannot hide them. Especially with my eyes.
So I hide them much the same way that you use curtains to block the stark sunlight when you wake up. My lips couldn't show so much as my eyes except perhaps when I curl them to punctuate a sad recollection, or stiffen them up when I don't want to speak or break into a smile when something pleases me. Same goes for my eyebrows. But these two, I can control but not my eyes.
Isn't it that the eyes are the windows to the soul?
When I don't want to see the world, I wear my shades. I hide my soul behind the tinted glasses of my disinterest.
About Me
- Phoenix Rising
- I was reborn on my 24th birthday. A Libran, they say, I have the innate ability to balance things. So I am a little of both, if you know what I mean. Words are my currency. But I am, still, fascinated by silence. ABOUT MY BLOG. Just as there are mission and vision statements for newspapers, here's what it is for my blog: This is largely personal, for my friends and their friends' consumption. Nothing in this blog should be taken to mean as the position of the media outfit I'm working for. As its name suggests, expect some melancholy as you can expect some opinions. Expect fire as you can expect fear. Questions as there are answers.
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