[1006] Eyes

Eyes.

When deciding that I would transcend all the corruptible matter that previously inhabited my being, I realized that cleansing such dirt goes far beyond a simple transcendence. I'm talking about eyes, these little acorns of liquid whose name I don't know, have the greatest power that exists, that of erasing. The eyes, when not directed at someone, tune in to a melody. "Spiralem Melodiam"

Do you want to destroy something? Take your eyes off that something, that's the best way to make a being no longer exist. After all, what would existence be beyond the perception of others? If I exist for myself, I cannot trust this observation, after all, the mind is a liar. Imagine, in your mind there is a being that is not you and at the same time is you, he has your face, your body, your mind, but he is not you. I will recite a story that the insurmountable barrier of my decaying room told me.

"I woke up... I experienced something bad, I lived. I decided to get up from my prison, my room. As I walked across the cold floor of my dark house, I saw in the shadows things that didn't exist, I saw something more, did I see the lie or did I see the truth? I don't know, I just saw it. I decided to try to erase this unreal perception, I knew it was unreal. This whole cause came from a reason, I tried to push my mind to the limit, or was it already at the limit? I don't know, I did something, I looked at the Abyss, I left him. This action led me to a destructive direction, a direction I didn't like. So I took my hand to hold the project that would once be fabric by a weaver, but today is not shaped by the absence of flesh and soul. I shook the air, the crack, one, two, three, four .................... twenty. What did I want with that? The answer did not come, what came was the liquid that showed me. "We all suffer," all? Me more? Me less? I don't know, I only knew, the star would come like a sea of ​​agony, the pain would heal me for a while, but the star would lead me to hope... Hopelessness that I found at birth. Do you know Anjo in red? I gave up on existing, but I loved existing, I wanted it, I screamed, I cried out for the star. Did she come? No, what came were eyes that came from the shadows, the throbbing headache, the burning, everything came as a warning. I, like an insurmountable barrier, gave up thinking and forced myself to do my job, to prohibit other people's happiness by removing them from reality. But I still remember that day, and how bad it was."

This story told by the insurmountable barrier, led me to write on my canvas and paint in my notebook, this event that occurred to my friend.

I understand, you ask me what I am? I am the Angel in red, such a being that appears to those who agonize in solitude, I extend my hand as a hope, but I know, there is no hope on the sickly ground we walk on.

The eyes, after my analysis, showed me that such a pair would have the power to inflict suffering, hope, love and happiness. Everything, the eyes are the window that leads to the hidden star in every mind that connects to the entire universe in every heart. Eyes are all that matter to the social animal called human.

"They're real... They're real... My feelings are real"

The social animal craves eyes, approval, of course. They want to be seen, and to do so they shape their lives from that perspective, every act, every mistake, every action. It seems to be unconscious of the desire for looks, but no, it is perfectly instructed by the evil machinery that is governed by the inner self... A term that I dislike, it would not be an inner self itself, it would be a mass of invisibility, it is the final act of life, it is the welder of existence, it is the propagator of the ideas that lead you to death. Longing for the look is a path to death, that's why humans die.

"Genesis"

The eyes are the tool to supply the heart and at the same time, sink it.

"Get me out of here"

They are the primary tool used by the Gods who one day in their supreme reverie composed every piece of this whole plan.

"I hate blood"

I hate it, as a red Angel I should help them, like, I really have to reach out to humans to straighten them out, lift them out of the sea of ​​agony, loneliness. Do I really need it?

"Define my world... Undo my trauma... Not seeing that I suffer? Get me out of here... I hate blood... The view is so beautiful"

I hate humanity, they drove me to my damn job, it's so horrible to reach out to every broken mind, you know, it really impacts me. What do you think? Don't you agree? How not? I hate having to look every day at a being sunk in despair, such despair born of the most diverse problems.

"They who kill our race"

It is sad to have to bear the pain of humanity, to have to hold on to my golden foundation, my tabula of human existence.

I hate the role, really, to reach out, watch the pain, and lead them down the mortal path called living. As instructed in my training for the craft, I cannot allow suicide, and so I am always trying to grab the only spark of hope in humans and show them, tell them, "Look... There is still it in you", and as you know, the suicide rate is high, so I often fail.

All because of those damn eyes, if it weren't for them, humans would always be free. Sometimes I wanted to shout to them, "Never forget to look... Never forget", forgetting that infinitely affects human beings, as an existence driven by looks, the lack of them leads to death, self-death. That's why here I am, discussing with a seedling the importance of looking in humanity.

You know, do you as a seedling understand this? Understand, that's great, I really appreciate your opinions... Friend.

"Disillusionment"

Tomorrow I will have to return to my job, observe human despair once again.

Hopelessness.