Staring into the soul.

At first I felt somewhat idiotic for staring at myself and trying to figure out what am I supposed to be seeing, but then it came to me. My almond shape eyes threw me a hint when the colour of my cornea changes. These colours always comes in doubles. Blue and grey, green and blue, green and grey; a piercing blue, an antagonising green, a dull grey, never to be the same. They show me the hormones that are running through my body, what my body is feeling, energised, ecstatic, bored, traumatised, exhausted. All these things, that only a few experience when they look at me. My face scrunches as I frown. I see the pain that was brought to me from a young age, I see the heartbreaks I’ve endeavoured, I see the pride that I once felt, I see myself and I see the past and the future. I see these things and with a smile I close my almond shape eyes.