October 10, 2012

Week Five

I love eyes. Happy eyes, weeping eyes, eyes crinkled with laughter, emotions conveyed through eyes. When I was in Melbourne on Tuesday, last week, my boyfriend's brother came down and took a couple of pictures of us, together as friends. It was while we were making moustaches with our hair and fingertips that I realised how long I had felt as happy as I did that day. I had missed both of my friends, who live in the country, and it was nice being with them both again. It still feels like we're at high school together, giggling at lunchtime over green apples and paddle pops. I often wonder what it would be like if I didn't move to the city. It was while we were laughing at ourselves, I noticed Molly's eyes. They had a clarity that I had rarely seen before, almost translucent, like I could peer into the depth of her soul. It was a comforting feeling, an open feeling. I could see my reflection in her eyes, crystal clear as a mirror. It was like a little me was staring back, peering out of her eyelids, asking me all the questions I didn't want to hear. I snapped a picture before the moment passed.

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