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*The eyes are first to sparkle To reveal boundless joy The eyes shout euphoria from the very tops of every hill The eyes are also first to glisten Swimming in a salty pool They blink and blink to hold them in but they won't always stay hidden The eyes are the windows into the soul They peer to see if it is broken Or if it is still standing, resolutely strong and whole The eyes can read a thousand lies They peel back woven cloths They offer a glimpse, a chance to check if anything is disguised I keep my face turned away My eyes fixed on something else I keep my eyes averted just so I can avoid another's gaze But when I do, when I hold Your unwavering stare Lightning bolts shoot through me, stirring deep and cold A heightened awareness of every breath Making sure to keep them steady I keep up my end, never breaking, with all the courage I have left Those eyes bore right into my being A rawness fresh and apparent Your eyes have now seen everything I flinch, I sever the electric current*
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
Opia
*The eyes are first to sparkle To reveal boundless joy The eyes shout euphoria from the very tops of every hill The eyes are also first to glisten Swimming in a salty pool They blink and blink to hold them in but they won't always stay hidden The eyes are the windows into the soul They peer to see if it is broken Or if it is still standing, resolutely strong and whole The eyes can read a thousand lies They peel back woven cloths They offer a glimpse, a chance to check if anything is disguised I keep my face turned away My eyes fixed on something else I keep my eyes averted just so I can avoid another's gaze But when I do, when I hold Your unwavering stare Lightning bolts shoot through me, stirring deep and cold A heightened awareness of every breath Making sure to keep them steady I keep up my end, never breaking, with all the courage I have left Those eyes bore right into my being A rawness fresh and apparent Your eyes have now seen everything I flinch, I sever the electric current*
Opia is defined as the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable. I've always found eye contact between two people to be intimate and unnerving and tend to avoid it when I can.
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
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