Day 1

So its been said that the eyes can be a portal to one's soul. If we can see the pain and misery that lies within our eyes can we heal the hurt? Is the guise too much for us to consider? Whats really inside determines who we are:our principles, our morals, our actions. Can we blame society for its effects or can we raise to the occasion and over power the pressures? Our eyes grow old with age, but does anyone notice? Who is to blame if children grow into serial killers? Can we apprehend their innocence if the change unveiled itself?

No. Our influences of the steady stream of who cares and who doesn't give us some direction. Our parents, family, and friends, they help us cultivate understanding to the growing world around us. I can't say whether the events of my childhood held my bearing in place. But I keep hearing what a wise person said to me, "some people aren't strong enough to hold onto sanity." If that's true, then why do pompous bodies have the right of mind? Is it because the balance needs to be upheld?

A sunset adding the seal of closure.

Watching as our eyes adjust to the brilliant tinge of orange glow,

we wait. The clouds return to their families as the wind softly blows reassuringly a sweet song.