My eyes are like puddles of oil spilled on the ground. Eyes, blotchy with different patterned colors and shades. Eyes that smile with hidden thoughts and dreams, that hide helplessly, but with hope, behind the hue of lenses. My eyes are soft with shades of grey and brown, but stiff with patterned black and green. Eyes of stone, eyes of glass, eyes full of happiness and pain, eyes of the most unique pattern, these are my eyes.
