So much can be told by a look in someone’s eye. The pain from the past and the desire to belong battling beneath the eyelashes. And yet, it seems among our devices, that we spend more time gazing into a glass screen. Why do we strive for the comfort of social media over the comfort of staring into someone’s eyes? Because it is scary.
How can you hold up the facade when you are pupil to pupil? How can our eyes reveal what a smile cannot? I usually can tell a person’s mood and story from a look in his or her eyes. But not this pair. I am haunted by this set of eyes–not to make a cheesy Gatsby allusion. These eyes behold so much pain and mystery, yet intrigue. I want to interrogate them, but the fleeting gaze is gone.