
Forrest Eyes
His eyes are like looking through the trees in the forest and catching a sliver of light.
You walk through, snapping branches with your feet as the flaws begin to blossom-there’s not a chance of turning back as you see the rawness that the fresh sprinkle of rain brings to the grass. The leaves of truth, of pain, and hurt-the branches so strong. You can feel the thick air that suffocates his mind; with each inhale you begin to understand the weight of his worries, and with each exhale you attempt to slowly clarify the air of its darkness and its past. You reach for the sticky moss that keeps his secrets closed up inside, and you push yourself through it, attempting to shed some light. As you make your way inside, your eyes widen at the sight of technicolor butterflies that take flight around his imagination. Sitting on high branches, blue birds sing the song of his life, dreams, and his utmost truth. Vulnerability and clarity peak within the petals of each of the desert roses that magically grow inside. As you stand in the midst of his mind, it becomes impossible to imagine ever looking away from his viridescent eyes.
