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.


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