Me sees the world in black and white, except for eyes. me see them in very vivid colors. as colorful as a rainbow, and as complex as the night sky was, back before the sky left us. some would say my sight is broken, but me would hafta gleefully disagree.
A Dwarf Physician once told me that me only sees black and white ‘cause of me tiny brain, but ah gnome warlock told me is because me eyes are special in that me can see Magic(him also told me that my brain is bigger than a dwarfs, but him had ah love hate relationship with that particular dwarf, so the gnome could have been being facetious).
we all have a tiny bit of magic in us, and the eyes are where it shines. The Twinkle in a fathers eyes, Magic. Eyes are the windows to the soul, Magic(divine magic, but magic is magic). when the “light” goes out in a mans eyes, after he takes his final breath? That is the magic leaving him. Eyes can tell your story if the person looking into them knows how to turn the pages, and me do. So when me say me know you story, me means it, and a beautiful story it truly is.
Me can see you. the you you want to be. the you, you used to be, and the you you will be. its written in the stars, but you may say, “but ummie, the stars are gone.”. no… me can see them in your eyes. We keep the stars in our hearts, and me can see them in the eyes of those ‘round me.
Some Dreamers can't help but look to the sky… but not Ummie. me look into the windows of your souls when me daydreams. me looks into your eyes when me needs to hope, or make a wish.
Eyes tell your story, and me is hanging on every word.
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