Look threw my eyes

So it begins just like it always does, just like it always has....

As night becomes morning and dreams become memories, I awake feeling the gentleness of my dreams drifting away and the cold weight of my reality set in. How I wish my dreams where reality and reality nothing but a dream.

I try to cherish the feelings and the thoughts as they slowly drift away, it feels like I'm running threw a hallway of darkness that just keeps getting longer and longer, trying to reach the door at the end before the door closes and I'm left in the dark, but I never make it.

Just as I get stuck in the darkness, my eyes open a new day begins. A new day, with the same life, the same set backs, the same people. The same thoughts. The same feelings.

I look in the mirror and see the same person, same hair, same eyes...

What do you see when you look at your eyes?...Do you see the color dancing around a black dot, that sucks you into a dream like place reminding you of everything they have seen..... Everything you have felt..... Everything you have done..... Only to snap out of it in the moment the memories begin to drown in the water building up in your eyes and you remind yourself not to let the inside break threw to the out...

The only monster I see in the mirror is me....

The mask I wear is pretty.

What do you see when you look in another persons eyes, do you admire their beauty and uniqueness or do they play like a movie in your head, where they are the staring character and every memory good, bad, ugly, beautiful come flooding back. So unaware of the awkward silence and stare because your too captivated in the memory's.

How does it feel when someone is looking into your eyes, do you feel they can see it all. Do you shy away, do you stare back and allow yourself to get lost in the gaze. Does it feel like a magnet is pulling you in closer, a pull so strong you feel you must look away before it pulls you to close. Do you start to feel nervous that you may kiss, and find your self awkwardly looking away and back and away and back hoping they don't catch on or kiss you first...

Eyes are beautiful, mysterious, a bottomless abyss of stories and the center to a blackhole of memories.