Eyes

Written by MacT09

Amidst the smoke and mirrors that crumble and form into ever more elusive and deceptive perspectives of reality, do you see the light that breaks the fog of the morning? Perhaps you see both the light and dark properties of this strange world without really experiencing either concept in the first place? Too often we look upon the black words in a story without ever seeing the white background that somehow seems to hide from us at every moment that passes us by. Smoke chokes the lungs which brings to the floor, yet this same smoke remains just above the floor that catches us when we inevitably fall. In these moments our vision becomes clear as we crawl through the debris of life towards the light that shines into the world that we once knew, yet never understood. You may feel differently about Hevel, or even see something within it that I could never know, yet I know that my eyes sting and burn within this obscure world that envelopes my senses at every turn. Tears well up in the deep pockets of my mind as I fall to the floor in bitter anguish and despair when I try to see the world around me. Despite what is revealed all around me, the world that is seen within this bitter heart of mine is the worst of all. I pray that your world is lighter than mine and that this very light illuminates your soul so that you always may have hope within the smoke that chokes our bodies and souls. The Bleeding Tree sees all and is always willing to help you as he continues to help me through a disturbing life of desire and identity. See-through the eyes of truth that are freely given to you, less you remind blind forever within the smog that is Hevel.