Marked With a Code

Eyes are so intricate and unique. No one will ever have the same. An imprint of our own. I used to think that when I gazed into someone's eyes it didn't mean much, despite popular belief. But, after years of gazing, I think you find a tiny piece of that person in their eyes. Like a shap-shot taken years ago, the memory is distant but alive. Not only do you find them, you can feel them. Their warmth or passion. Their rage or worry. There is always a degree of rawness to eyes. They say things we don't mean to tell. They spill our secrets, even when we don't know how. I could fall in love with eyes, I really could. And each eye colour has it's own beauty. Brown are warm. Blue are fragile. Green are wistful. Hazel are sincere. But beneath the colour remains layers of identity. Whether it be the physical strands of colour interlacing with others or our emotions spilling through, the layers create who we are. They tag us, mark us, with a DNA code. When it comes down to it, we're all just a code. A code created of timeless hues.