There are some sorts of things which are worth telling but cannot be told, worth writing about but cannot be written. They originate from the heart, then move to the mind to be processed in the form of words, then somehow the mind finds them unprocessable so they are sent back to the heart, but they become a load on the heart, specially if they keep on piling up, and therefore the ailed heart finally decides to send them to the eyes, where looks and gazes are the only comprehensible language, a desperate measure to say what you want to say when you simply cannot say it, and sometimes even when you do not want to say it. However, neither does everybody know about such internal process, nor does everyone understand this unspoken language, but it happens, all the time.
It is in the eyes, all what you are looking for. A word can carry only its meaning, but a look can carry books of meaning. The heart almost always says yes for it is fearless, and the mind almost always says no for it is reasonable, while the eyes do not speak, for they are truthful. A look can be so revealing, so plain and obvious. Yet unlike a thought or a feeling, it can be so easily captivated, so easily deceived. And in the inner mind-heart-eye conflict, the upper hand almost always goes to the voice of reason, for it is the most authentic of all three. However, reason does not always get the last word, does it?!
So you run and run, away from confrontation, mainly for the fear of getting hurt. And you sit there, imagining a million of scenarios, though you know very well how things will go eventually. Your mind is overwhelmed, your heart is aching, and your eyes are closed. No one knows anything about what you are passing through, but what about you? Do you really know what others are passing through? So open your eyes. Maybe the things you considered so much alive are already fading, and maybe the things you considered already dead are so much sprouting, but not through words, spoken or written, but through just a look in some sincere eyes.
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