see inside

My eyes are always so naked, so open. Like an unlocked diary willing to be read by anyone unexpectedly searching – setting aside their morals and convictions to see inside someone else’s world.

The window to my soul, I’ve heard it said about them. But if all you see in them is you, are you then my soul? Everyone I encounter becomes a part of who I am. Not everyone I meet, but those I come face to face with. Those people you run into and can never let go of. Who are you? Where did you come from? Why can’t I stop looking at you? Looking in you. Looking through you.

If you think you are not important, think about this: even after you are gone and the emotions are long gone with you, there is always a face to fill up the vacancy left behind – your face. The time you spend with people becomes and imprint on the heart. An image the eyes will never forget.

My naked eyes want to tell stories my heart would rather hide. The story of my life recorded and stored in the most open part of me. Who I am I cannot conceal, and maybe that’s the way it should be.