Those Eyes.

Those eyes.

You wonder.

Wondering’s easy, because then you’re not doing and if you’re not doing then you’re not a cause and if you’re not a cause then you’re not an effect and if you’re not an effect then you’re out.

Causality.

Or something.

Those eyes.

You don’t want to be in the chain.

That gives you responsibility, and then you can be held accountable.

Then you’re the reason.

What does that even mean? The reason for what?

I think we’ve all done it, or at least I tell myself this. Right now, it feels like I’m the only bad person in this world. I can do this. I’m telling myself this as well. Say the words, fix everything, and then you won’t have to keep looking into

Those Eyes

like a deer in the headlights. Cliché, but apt. You’re about to be run over. You want to move, you want to say the right thing, you want to dodge the incoming pain, but you can’t.

So you don’t.

And now you’re looking into Those Eyes, and you’re seeing everything you’ve done wrong, and you wish you didn’t, and you’re hurting, and you’re causing, and you’re affecting, and you’re in the chain, and you really, really don’t want to be here, and you think that you’d rather be that deer getting hit than to be responsible for the pain that you see reflected back from looking into

Those Eyes.