Eyes Speak

There are things words can't accurately encompass. The early morning pangs of nihilism and existentialism are evident when someone stumbles out of bed and casts a weary, unwavering glance at their frost blanketed window. Nobody can string together a series of words to fully describe the transient whirlwind of an early morning routine and the phantom pitfalls that ensue in their stomach. But their red, rheumy eyes and seething cup of caffeine certainly can. A haggard stance and lopsided jacket tells neighbors more than enough about someone's burn out. And yet, they still pretend that nobody can notice it but their own self. As they trudge along the pandemonium of urban living, they don a flimsy smile that fools nobody. Nothing about it is genuine and when they interact with their clients, their pearly ivory smile almost beams blue.

In the same vein, body language can also convey a beautiful message that words can only aspire to do. The warmth that tokens of affections evoke are unrivaled. The sensation of a hug can't possibly be replicated in ink.

They say that your eyes are the window to your soul. No matter how guarded one might be, their eyes are very flimsy gatekeepers of their psyche. They inevitably soften when they gaze at something they love. When somebody is ecstatic, their eyes crinkle and then their face beams.

Sometimes, the people who say the least are the most expressive. Their body language is too honest.

You're a testament to this, through and through. It's quite funny because your stoic facade is very easy to get through. All it takes is ruffling your hair for your steely demeanor to collapse. A soft smile, flustered eyes and a light flush of red emerge. You're far from scary. In fact, you're just a big, soft teddy.

I'm afraid I may be the dishonest one here. My words are dressed to deceive. Each day, I walk through the spinning world in an intangible chamber of indescribable pain. A sunny smile and perky words paints me in an entirely different esteem. But nobody needs to know. I'd hate for my melancholic mood to dampen someone else's smile.