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Vapor Eyes

I'm telling you, my eyes have moods. Sometimes they are tired, they stare at one spot off in the distance for minutes at a time while my brain wanders away. Sometimes they are nervous, darting around the grocery store shelves to find the familiar labels. Sometimes they are joyous, drifting through the scene in a way that lingers on the beautiful spots. Art, flowers, smiles. Sometimes they are eager, tearing through blocks of text and feeds of data to feed the hunger of a curious mind. But sometimes, not too often, when my mind, and my spirit, and my mood, and the weather align, my eyes become wonderous. They contain the universe if I look close enough, they reveal colors that don't exist, and they project a fascinating reality into the back of my head. These are my wizard eyes, and they are when I feel the most alive.

Vapor Eyes

I'm telling you, my eyes have moods. Sometimes they are tired, they stare at one spot off in the distance for minutes at a time while my brain wanders away. Sometimes they are nervous, darting around the grocery store shelves to find the familiar labels. Sometimes they are joyous, drifting through the scene in a way that lingers on the beautiful spots. Art, flowers, smiles. Sometimes they are eager, tearing through blocks of text and feeds of data to feed the hunger of a curious mind. But sometimes, not too often, when my mind, and my spirit, and my mood, and the weather align, my eyes become wonderous. They contain the universe if I look close enough, they reveal colors that don't exist, and they project a fascinating reality into the back of my head. These are my wizard eyes, and they are when I feel the most alive.

I'm telling you, my eyes have moods. Sometimes they are tired, they stare at one spot off in the distance for minutes at a time while my brain wanders away. Sometimes they are nervous, darting around the grocery store shelves to find the familiar labels. Sometimes they are joyous, drifting through the scene in a way that lingers on the beautiful spots. Art, flowers, smiles. Sometimes they are eager, tearing through blocks of text and feeds of data to feed the hunger of a curious mind. But sometimes, not too often, when my mind, and my spirit, and my mood, and the weather align, my eyes become wonderous. They contain the universe if I look close enough, they reveal colors that don't exist, and they project a fascinating reality into the back of my head. These are my wizard eyes, and they are when I feel the most alive.