NobodyNotEvenThRain

down. Depths of darkness take hold. We're reminded to try and recognize that we cannot fly. We don't have wings. only angels do. And fairies, butterflies the stuff of fairy tales. We're shaken at the core of loneliness as darkness calls. We can't hide from our fears. Growing up young, we learn to deal with the fear inside our chest. But we still haven't run the race yet. We hear songs on the news all the time. Where young have died, and are now buried beneath the hot sun. Can you hear their memories float to the surface of your pen? Would you write, and recreate based on recollection? Bring them alive again. So that we can speak

Eyes. Blue, green, brown, hazel. An array of color. An array of emotion. Pain, fear, shyness, trust, joy, happiness, hatred, anger, relief, stress. There is so much that two simple eyes can show. From shyness to complete confidence. Have you ever looked into someone's eyes, for more than a second. Have you ever looked closely? To see every color hiding within their masks of emotion. Caught in a pair of eyes you halt everything your doing. Just to understand what is happening. Their face shows the perfect mask of a smile. But their eyes tell a different story. A story of love and pain. Of joy and hurt. Of anger and loss. The smile of a perfect