Inside the golden flecks of my eyes, (pictured right without alteration or colour enhancing) the dancing jungle greens, and the rainbow rusty reds.. I glaze over for a moment and see the environment in slow motion. There's a distortion in the world, a certainty that these eyes will see more pain.. more sludge, more anger, more tears. Looks like I had blood tears in a halo around my pupil.
Of course they will see more of my nephews laughing, hugs from family members, tears of joy, kisses, romantic looks from across the room as a man takes an interest in the eyes. These moments created the gold and greens.
Not a depressing thought either way.. intensity is experience, right?