Blurred Vision

The images have been burnt into my mind. Organized. And it added 
onto the hindsight view.  The eyes filter everything they see down to 
the last bit of what it really is. The layers shift from then and the 
present, forever fitting the context. 

The eyes remain constant, and with a moment longer – almost forbidden.

I’ve been recognized when the eyes meet. It all becomes exposed 
and the drift begins. Lost in that one moment longer, I recognized 
it too. The layers engulf in a matter of seconds. Like an octopus, it 
wraps around the setting, leaving nothing of the scene behind. The 
layers came back, as if a shield to the piercing stare of the eyes. I saw 
the confinement, and that too, slowly vanished; and instead the 
personality of the layers took over. The eyes were again dim.

We only choose to show as much as ourselves to whomever we 
cross in our lives. Whether it’s a minute, a year, or sometimes a 
lifetime. But most times, we’re met with eyes that see us in a certain 
way and we reciprocate that stare; to play the part of our presence. 
Lost in the blurriness of that vision, the layers start to duplicate,
leading you further away.

Without even anticipating it, your eyes have been met in a way that 
you could never forget. It was a familiar stare; some would say a 
burning recognition. It’s a moment’s rebirth and it felt like I was in 
a place I always remembered to be. A place where the self was also 
my mind – endlessly sublime.