eyes are the windows to the soul.

they say eyes are the windows to the soul.

maybe they are indeed. but don't forget, some windows are decorated with curtains. some with lacy curtains, pink so cheerful. who would have imagined what really lay in the house?

even if you manage to sneak a peek into the house through the windows, it's not affirmative that you'd be able to see everything inside. who knows what lays beneath the windowpane of the window you're looking through?

there could be something horrid, an ugliness contradictory to the dollhouses and dresses with ruffles you see by the opposing wall. until you're allowed in by the owner of this house, you're never gonna see everything inside.

sometimes the owner places a mirror opposite the window you're looking through, just so YOU could see what is it that's hidden beneath you. in this case, you're being called upon for help. don't ignore this privilege. it takes a lot of strength to place the mirror there; a lot of courage to share with you the pain and sadness.

look at me through my Wrister glasses. you can't see much, because these glasses are dirty, scratched. even with my contacts, you won't be able to truly see in, because there are still pieces of plastic for you to look through.

this hair covering the eye thing, it's a sign of lack in pride. it's a symbol of shame. it's not a trend.

some people hide behind their smile. others, behind the hair. who's the braver one? definitely not the latter. definitely not me.

so what's my point? are eyes truly the windows to the soul? indeed they are. but it's not confirmed that you'd be able to see everything inside. we all have got secrets. we all, from time to time, place mirrors opposite the window that people look through, as a cry for help.

for my case, three people have seen what lay beneath the windowpane of my eyes. two of them left abruptly some time after, making me shatter this mirror, pieces swept under one of the pink carpets. never again am i gonna bring forth another mirror. the weight of it exhausts me. there's no more strength in me to carry anymore mirrors.

done.