She told me: with tear stained eyes-
“I feel as if my body is an old pottery vase
You think you need acceptance,
to feel valid.
You aspire to improve,
your outer shell.
Even when you think the
inside – is what matters.
There is something about the way eyes tell a story,
a truth.
I find them so lovely,
that a room full of people feels — like a library.
There are so many missing, lost eyes.
In the end,
We all begin as strangers.
Each day