I see this world with different eyes.
Brown eyes that peer through lenses
revealing tears, colors, and even
smells that cling to clothes.

These eyes see the tears on
people's faces. They see the
looks they can't describe
with lips pursed and
eyebrows furrowed down
creating a "v".
Water leaving its trail down to their
lips as it streams constantly.

These eyes don't see a bowl.
They see a blue bowl
that upon closer inspection
I can see the tiniest of chips
and the reflection of a window
that shows the blue sky of a
sun rising against the trees.

These eyes see the smells
that cling to people's clothes.
They worth as the steam floats
and finds itself on the server's
apron and pierce my eyes as they
well up and gather tears from
left-over onion smell and an
embrace lasting two seconds too long.

You see, these eyes cannot only see
but they can smell, hear, touch,
and taste a world where I
see the frowns behind the smiles,
reflections from empty bowls, steam
coming from hot food.