allan

A rather surreal day so it would seem, there are mornings when the world seems to take on its own sense of forboding. In this quiet darkness I ponder the motives of individuals as I quaintly sip at my coffee. As I watch the montages of dispair and desecration, I think of eyes, rather what's in them. Thinking to myself what secrets are contained under that glossy pigment, what secrets indeed. Sometimes as others speak to me I stare into their eyes almost in a trance, it frightens some people, yet there is more to tell from those eyes than a thousand words from the mouth. A tongue forms words controlled by the brain, yet conscious thought scans and cycles through each of them a thousand times for errors and faux pa's before it even lets them escape your lips. Think about it, the next time that you speak keep track of how many times your brain tells you not to communicate something (A SECRET). The eyes have no such ability, they are like a kind of billboard for that which you keep hidden away. "The eyes are the windows to the soul" is only a cliche because it is a truth that noone wants to face, it is disheartening to think that nothing you feel is "secret". I ponder this often times as I watch the television, as i stare into the anchors eyes and wonder what really lies beneath that grinning exterior, and all this before I am through with my morning coffee, imagine what the rest of my day is like.
AND IN THE END THE LOVE YOU TAKE IS EQUAL TO THE LIES YOU MAKE