They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but that’s too easy, too neat.
Windows invite you to peer in, to see what’s laid bare.
But eyes…..ha….eyes are something else entirely.
They are tricksters, shape-shifters, mirrors that reflect what you WANT to see rather than what truly lies beneath. They are smoke and shadow…hiding as much as they reveal. A lover’s gaze can burn with passion yet freeze with indifference in the same blink. A liar’s eyes can glisten with sincerity, while the honest can be accused of deception simply because their stare wavers.
No, the soul does not live in the eyes.
It lingers in the weight of a pause, in the tremor of a voice, in the spaces between words where truth slips free.
The eyes? They are not windows—they are doors, and they only open if you have the right key….