Consciousness
For your eyes only kind of love
I wish I could see myself through your eyes.
Lol, Why did that sound narcissistic?
I want to see if my gap tooth looks cute when I smile or if it just looks like two big buck teeth protruding out of my face, like people with extremely wide gap tooth.
I want to watch me through your eyes to know if my resting face is still not approachable as it had been rumoured to be, to know if my arms really look awkward while dangling at my sides instead of being folded up to my chest.
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, how your beauty goes beyond what meets the eyes. How when I look at you, I see nothing but a beautiful soul.
Someone once said that as you progressively know the people around you, when you see them, you no longer see their outward appearance. All you see is their soul, who they really are.
I want you to see yourself through my eyes, that when you laugh, you throw back your head in a full belly laugh. When you talk, you subconsciously move parts of your body in a rhythm. Your hands clasp each other and pull apart, clasp and pull apart and your feet swings like a seesaw, with one leg stretched Infront of the other, back and forth, back and forth.
I wish you could see how you slightly crouch your back and walk briskly with one hand covering your mouth when you want to gossip.
I wish I could see through your eyes how I fade a smile or a laugh. To me it has always been an awkward thing to do because one moment you’re laughing and the next, you’re expected to keep a straight face because the object of muse has vanished. I hope I don’t look weird trying to tuck my buck teeth behind my lips after a good laugh.
I wish I could see how short I really am through your eyes. I mean, I can compare, but I really just want to see how I look standing in a corner or next to people. Am I really that close to the ground as I feel myself to be? or can I at least gain comfort in the fact that my height adds a flair of cuteness to my petite stature.
I know, I know. Why don’t I just get a mirror but see, it’s not just myself I want to see. It’s the feeling of seeing yourself through the eyes of someone who loves you that I want to witness.
Here’s to 30 days of writing without restraint.
Day 16/30.
Till next time,
Love and light.
