I can't make eye contact with people.
I've tried the trick of just looking at an eyebrow or the nose.
I've settled for just staring over their right shoulder and nodding a lot so they know I'm listening.
But when someone isn't looking back
I look at their eyes.
The boy to my right picks out his eyelashes and leaves them in a pile in the top left of his desk.
The girl to my left has dry veiny eyes and takes eye drops a lot.
My friend hides his natural color with fun contacts.
I knew a girl with the deepest brown eyes but one quarter of her left eye was the brightest blue.
Her name was Diamond.
Her eyes were beautiful.
My mom is the only one in her entire family to have green eyes.
I always loop back to beauty
But this time I'll talk about life.
Eyes show that you've lived.
The crows feet around them show that you've smiled so much your eyes are stuck in a constant smile.
Tired, vein filled eyes show a strained life.
Strained through circumstances or activities.
Bright, clear eyes show that the world hasn't managed to dull that person just yet.
It's cliché but eyes really are the window to the soul.
To the history of a person.
It's funny how much they can give away without the person realizing.