Empty Eyes

A very sweet friend of mine who lives 1350km away wrote this essay based on a picture that I took of this sweet little boy. I was very touched and so honoured that it inspred her to write such a beautiful piece. I dunno if it's cos she is my friend but I think she has such beautiful writing skills. Thank you, my sweet friend, for letting me share this on my little blog.

Words: Empty Eyes

Written by: Lauren Fisher

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You tell me the sky is the limit. Are you making mockery of everything I thought to be my reality? empty, cold boxes line the pallor of these streets. Still this hunger remains strife as I close my eyes, these eyes, which are numb to the world around me, a world which I have seen only on maps and in dreams. Flaunt the ideals of roller coasters and candy floss, families- they’re holding hands. warmth together with warmth, for not will they be cold tonight.


The echoing, empty slapping of five cent coins that fall into the tin shaded by my shadow, contradicts the soft beauty of raindrops upon my face, each one gliding down over my lips as if in slow motion.


The aggressive interruption of the train as it intrudes angrily upon my already broken silence. I hum a soft tune in the back of my throat politely, it’s the one she taught me, before.


As the gray clouds grow thicker, the night falls over me. “It’s time” they say as they all gather near. The broken windows, the pale green walls, the torn books that say ‘Sandy‘, ‘Dean’ or ‘Claude‘. The skins we wear, with bones seeping through. The scars on our bodies leave a trace of our past, Our futures painted in fog across our faces.


We can shut tight these eyes we were given, but much too heavy will they be in the morning, much too bright will the lights shine in through the tattered, once-white lace which drags along the cold cement floor. So we hold open our lead eyes, we push through the night, we turn to the darkness, we find solitude in the pity, we long for the waves of impurity to wash over us. We wait for the day, where we will no longer need strength to keep open our spheres through which we see this world.


Where someday our eyes will fit into the lens of a camera.


Where someday our eyes, will not be empty and sad.


Where someday our eyes may be filled with the beauty of the world we search for. Where the only language we know, is that from the warmth of the sun.