I have always wanted to have eyes made of ice.
That way, they would thaw whenever I cried and pour down my cheeks. And it wouldn't be until I get back on my feet and regain my cold stare and icy smile that I could see.
Because it's easier to go blind in sadness and despair.
It's easier to close your molten eyes and wait for a gust of cold reassuring wind.
Unfortunately, my tears are all too transparent and have a tendency of distorting everything in sight. So I watch. And I cry. But mostly I watch - and try to think of icy eyes.
That way, they would thaw whenever I cried and pour down my cheeks. And it wouldn't be until I get back on my feet and regain my cold stare and icy smile that I could see.
Because it's easier to go blind in sadness and despair.
It's easier to close your molten eyes and wait for a gust of cold reassuring wind.
Unfortunately, my tears are all too transparent and have a tendency of distorting everything in sight. So I watch. And I cry. But mostly I watch - and try to think of icy eyes.
