I find brown eyes to be almost otherwordly – in the sense that they are SO human.
Not even remotely animal.
Looking into brown eyes brings me right next to another person’s soul.
Light eyes scare me. Like a robot, they seem empty and perhaps evil.
They seem like a part of this worldly existence, lacking spirit.
Maybe, it’s because the first pair of eyes I fell in love with were a lovely brown.
Alternatively, it could be a reflection on my light green eyes.
I fear sometimes that I think empty and evil and animal thoughts.
Brown eyes are pure. My eyes cry desolation and cruelty, primitive instinct and reluctance.