What lurks behind my eyes when I look at you? I see everything, while looking for nothing, yet searching for truth.
Small things escape my mind, yet what’s ugly and insightful I usually remember. My eyes tears up when I listen with my heart and not my ears. Sometimes they tear up when dust is near.
My eyes hold the responsibility of logging information of life. Remove my sight and those images move to the brain for categorizing. My eyes show warmth, fear and love.
My eyes are always under a covert mission, seeking out and aware of danger. My eyes show amusement when caught off guard. My eyes are brown but on some days feel blue.
My eyes also tear up and water over you.