Her eyes were adorned with dark circles...
She stared at them with disgust for years- but this morning was different.
This morning her grimace softened as she examined these dark circles that encased her sea foam green eyes.
Today, she saw beauty...
She saw strength.
She swore that her eyes were turning more blue with each passing day.
Today she witnessed her grit.
The fight to be, and to stay alive...
And that, was fucking beautiful.
Though tired, she was a warrior.
Her face softened into a smile, and her heart softened with understanding.
Her hand traced the imperfections on her face... then to her lips.
Oh, how those lips were drenched with unspoken words and secrets alike.
Her lips remembered the taste of travel, the taste of tears, and the taste of lovers.
There was something about her soul that ignited a magic within her... a fiery storm.
It was so easy for her to get lost in the nuances and idiosyncrasies of the exhilarating uncertainty.
Yet she loved every minute of it....
And though drenched in dark circles... her eyes whispered how they couldn't wait for their next glimpse of passion , adventure, lust, and love.
For their next glimpse of the experience we call "Life."
