In the Eyes of The Faded
It's hard for me to see faces, sometimes.
I mean, it's difficult to see someone's face when it's obscured beneath a colorful fog of all the things they don't want you to see. The fog is emotion, aura, soul essence- I don't know...something like that. The colors tell you things, though...things the person doesn't think you know. It's only polite, then, to focus instead on what they know you can see...Their face.
The face tells you more than that colorful fog anyway. Do you know why?
Well, it's because the face, - the wrinkles under their eyes and the dirt smudged along their chin- they tell you all the tiny things. The tiny things tell an honest story.
So one day I enchanted a pair of glasses. They take away the smoke and I can see things as they are. I could see her face.
She smiled and rolled her eyes. That told me more than plumes of pink and purple ever could have.
(Previously titled Astral Blood)