Helplessness

The eyes.
The eyes.
Indescribable.
Are they the eyes of an angel?
I haven’t seen an angel, how could I say…
Are they the eyes of a human being?
I have seen millions, but those eyes are different.
It always has been an easy exercise for me to describe a person’s eyes.
No more I can say that…
A new state I experience… everyday.
Everyday began when I saw those eyes for the first time.
The first time I saw them… It wasn’t for the first time.
I may have thought they’re just a couple of more eyes registered within the rest.
The first time I saw the true stare.
The first time I felt the genuine effect.
The first time I melted in those eyes deeply, I knew I would be in chaos.
In the chaos of questions and observations.
In the land of wonder and enigma.
Helpless thoughts invade my chain of events.
They leave me with my lack of comprehension of those indescribable eyes.
Helpless thoughts invade my Tuesdays, Fridays, Mondays, Saturdays, Wednesdays, Sundays, and Thursdays.
How can anybody describe eyes?
I don’t see colors.
I don’t see how wide or small they are…
Eyelashes? No.
But I see how bottomless they are.
How deep those eyes are.
I see a sea of emotions. My emotions.
I see a planet I know nothing about.
A planet where I can be safe.
A planet where I can practice art like I never did before.
A planet where I have to be so inconsistent. Again and again.
Can I describe them as beautiful?
I don’t know…
Beauty is a relative matter.
Can I describe them as deadly?
I can…
I look into them and I see a reflection.
A reflection of a hurricane…
A reflection of acid rain…
A reflection of a volcano…
A reflection of guns blazing…
My reflection.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that those eyes have the ability to arrest my entire attention.
My brain is full of still captures of those eyes.
A film roll that is never ending…
One after the other…
They roll down my eyes…
Down to my heart…
To my soul.
Those colorless eyes are colored with the rainbow of my feelings.
Those colorless eyes are colored with the fire that burns my organs.
Those colorless eyes are colored with days that pass by to collide in my lap.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that those eyes are the fists that are gripping my heart.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that those eyes are the books that can make me learn myself.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that those eyes are the magicians who can let me erase previous beliefs.
They say eyes can talk, I say eyes can change a life.