I

• Sometimes I think these eyes are glorious landmarks
• Sometimes I think these eyes are a portal to an uncharted land
• Sometimes I think these eyes are nothing, just a forgettable organ.

But in reality these eyes, are balanced in an asymmetrical face. With asymmetrical eyebrows and a crooked nose to compliment them, these eyes see everything there is to be seen but never enough.
They are beautiful and rotten.
They above all are fragile. These eyes are the entrance to all that is me. These eyes are magnificent.