I dive
unblinking into the Blue ones, forgetting how to swam, and allow myself to
drown in their sapphire depths, watching the surface float further and further
away into nothingness, disappearing into the abyss of my own childish romantic
notions of love.
The Green
ones I cherish like sacred marbles in a child’s collection. Dazzled by their
colour, I stand hoping that staring into them will make me one with this
person’s soul and lead me to my purpose in this universe of unlucky hearts. The
hearts which are shattered into pieces every time they lose the part of
themselves that was the lover with those Green eyes.
The Brown
ones are my twin. I see myself in their reflection, my own eyes peering back at
me. The same hopes, the same dreams,
longings and foolish desires. The same
belief that somewhere, somehow, some place we’ll find the one that will catch
us when we fall for them. That person who takes our hand and leads us to the confirmation
that everything we believed to be real is true.
The Hazel
ones are a mystery to me. They live
somewhere else, a burden waiting to be loaded on to my already over sensitive
soul. Never in the spectrum of colours that shuffle in glimpses pass the edge
of my peripheral vision, somewhere in the background, hiding behind the shades
of brown, waiting to surprise me with a look and confuse my feet, until balance
becomes a dream I had but can no longer remember, and I fall at their feet the
same way I did with all the other colours: the Browns, the Blues, the Greens,
and the all rest, once again utterly open, vulnerable and unsure about how I’ll
handle allowing myself again to fall in love at first sight.
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