Blue Eyes

I stay awake at night, my mind restless, my thoughts scattered all over the place. I am looking for answers to everything. The world around me seems to be falling apart as I watch the news. How did it get this way? How can I go back and look at life through a child’s eye? I sign, take a deep breath, and close my eyes in hopes of falling asleep. With my eyes closed, in my head, I decide to say a prayer. I am not a religious person, but rather spiritual one. I try to talk to that entity of energy that made everything in our world, and universe. I ask for strength, grace, and patience. I ask for courage for moments like tonight so that I can see the brighter side of things. I take a deep breathe and as I am drifting away into darkness, I see two blue dots coming and going into the darkness of my eyes, like a pair of deep bright blue eyes watching me. I slowly drift away to sleep.

I awake after a lengthy sleep at around 2pm in the afternoon. My mind, and body feel rested. I don’t feel my mind racing like a madman. The sun is shinning through the windows shutters of my room. It feels like for a moment that I am sleeping on a open field with the rays of the sun shinning down on my body. I swing my legs out of bed, and drag myself to the bathroom to wash my face, and as I close my eyes to feel the splash of cold water waking my senses. I see those blue eyes again. My hands pause as they are about to give my face a rinse. I open my eyes and see my face in the mirror and they are gone. I close my eyes again, and I see blue eyes again. I start thinking, as I activate my motor functions again to continue to do their morning thing, as to why I am seeing these blue eyes.

I put on my blue jeans, dark-navy blue t-shirt, and grey socks. And head downstairs into the kitchen to make myself some late afternoon breakfast. I miss the sound of my little girl running around in the house. Any thought of her in my mind, puts a smile on my face. More importantly, I think it gives me purpose, I mean a greater purpose to get up in the morning and do something with my life. As I am pouring milk into my cereal, I start to think a deep thought. Mornings are always great for visions of any kind! I think to myself, that when I die, which everyone does at one point or another in their lifetime, either naturally, by accident, or by someone. I ask myself, am I happy with everything around me? My friends, my life, my health, the world that I live in? I keep thinking along these lines with visions of how if I could, go about changing things. As I finish my cereal, and grab my apple I walk towards my front door for my daily walk.

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