What my eyes have seen and my heart has felt
Unknown – Botanical Gardens, Vero Beach – June, 2015. My eyes have seen purples and peaches. Evenings filled with warmth and sweetness. Perfume, spring, flowers in the air. My eyes have seen sunsets and sunrises. Empty nights, in which no arms would come and comfort me. Not even mine. My eyes have seen beautiful waters, nice sand, mountains covered in ice and also naked ones. Snow. The cold dry air. My eyes have seen love and hatred, and every color in between. Empathy. Sorrow. Streets full of garbage and people. Rats in New York. Carriages in Savannah. Babies being carried all over. People making out, people dancing. People arguing. I have seen death. Births. The opposite of love. My eyes have seen Monet's gardens and bridges. The predicable and the unexpected. Opposite lights in the unbearable journey. My eyes have seen blood and pettiness. Security and fear. My eyes have heard stories and have doubted the love it was offered. My eyes have seen laughter for no reason;