that I’m lost, that I have no backbone, that I’m scared of the things I can’t control. I started welcoming the unknown slowly, very slowly. Even if I’m not convinced yet, I’m holding my doors open, eyes clear, heart curious and mind in between of them all.
She sat down looked outside while the daytime turned into a long gray evening. The earth and the conversation were moving together. At one point she stopped in her head and thought
“Is this it?” Or “Could it be?”
She didn’t know the answer. Maybe the other side of the conversation knew, but they both kept it quiet. And wondering.
Your sandy eyes are always reading the room looking for the answers watching who’s arriving. And in those beige brown eyes a visitor could find a life on its own – where the truth and kindness meet, unspoken desires live. The lucky quest would also find out that in some days your eyes turn vivid green and then nobody can stop you.