Sunlit Eyes

If you would've just gotten to know me, you could've known that I love yellow peppers.

You could've known that I only think there's 2 kinds of people in this world. Those who like Tim Burton, and those who don't.

If you ever would have asked me what age I stopped wetting the bed, I would've honestly told you it was ten.

But you never really asked...

You told me my eyes were sunlit, but you never asked me how I saw you through them.. What I saw, when I'd see "us" through them. I would've told you that, through my sunlit eyes, I did see us. I saw swangirls, with clean white hats and fish-print dresses. I saw dark trees with painted, tree houses and I saw floating islands and free sweaters.. I might have told you I saw us skinny dipping in lakes and I saw our barefeet walking on pavement that burnt us.. but you never really asked. I always wanted you to ask.

And, if you ever had bothered to ask me if I'd rather have kaleidoscope eyes or kaleidoscope ears, I could have honestly told you that I'd take the kaleidoscope ears anyday. Cuz as I lay in my field like I do every summertime, I can already see the stars collide with the leaves on the trees. And, these sunlit eyes can already see the color that lives on those planets beyond..

And, if you ever cared to wonder what goes on in my sunfilled mind you probably would have known that I don't see shooting stars. I see the Gods fighting, and having wars. And I see those burning handfulls of gas as hate-mail... and ransom notes.. and "get-well-cards" and wedding invitations and junkmail... and Love Letters.

But the Love Notes are those stars you seldom see. The ones that are so burning with the sun, the ones that are kind of blueish at the end of their flight... The ones that fade the fastest, those ones you almost always miss.

I always imagined us lying in that field watching the Gods and Goddesses licking their envelopes and pressing on their postage stamps.. and I hoped a letter would fall a mile from where we lay. and that we'd walk the whole way together, and that we'd never run out of things to say. But you never even heard me, because while your ears were plugged with the worlds headphones, me and the sun were screaming at you. to look up... To look at me.

(Brynn Hallsted)