The storm has drenched my home. The streets remain filled to the brim and everything over saturated. I sit in my cozy bed with my cats randomly spaced out along the edges, cell phone beside me and other random assortment of items that are now a "necessity" in life. Restless night leaves your mind to wander and ponder amidst the howling of wind outside, the light rustling and tapping of rain against the window. The frog that hasn't shut up all day and the low hum of the laptop.
I have random thoughts that explode into a dramatized version of reasoning. Like if my eyes are green simply by genetic coincidence, or if truly, there's a wild untamed jungle inside of me, filled with adventures, tragedies, and countless stories of hidden treasure awaiting a machete wielding adventurer to unlock the secrets that lay within. Teaming with unimaginable danger and wonder. Covering vast miles of uncertainty only to gaze upon the beauty of all that I may be. But you couldn't tell by just looking into my eyes. You'd have to walk through the vines and overgrown forest that complicates life but creates it in the same cycle and take the risk to uncover the rewards of a human being.
Like the blue in his eyes, trickled down to a single ancestor with a small mutation that made it come to be... Or was it because that one person unlocked the vast ocean inside of them. Would you see just blue? Or would you see the ebb and flow of the waves crashing around you only to dive down and see the beauty of what it looks like to see the sun shining below the surface. Rays piercing the water around you. The life that only the blue of his eyes could possess. The embrace and yet, resistance against your soul. Effortlessly floating in place. You look down to the depths, go beyond what you're capable of seeing. The deeper you go, the more pressure builds, but if you reach the bottom, you're sure to find that even the darkest blue holds life, beauty, and even warmth. You just have to risk diving in. Knowing you can only experience his blue for so long before having to come up for air.
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robertbluesman:
That's deep babe! When I look into the mirror after my wake up pee I seen two reddish foreign matters staring back where my eyes should be as I belch the last of last night's beer and ask the stranger if he's got the energy to pull it together for another day.
fraktus:
Amazing text! Are you posting more elsewhere?