The rose coloured light reflects and refracts off the thin lenses of your glasses,
giving the impression of sightlessness. No eyes boring into mine, just cold, hard white light in your sockets and a half-smile stapled to your face.
Suddenly, I hesitate, I waver, realising I’m not entirely sure quite who you are at all.
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I think I may know the feeling you write so beautifully about. How hard it is to connect with one wearing sunglasses. Shady souls it makes of them it seems. I wear regular glasses, though I take them off so as all the better to connect in any meaningful one-to-one conversation.
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Yes, and mirrored ones all the more-so. Though it was specifically about that which can be revealed by masking a face, (the eyes in this case), just as much as by revealing it.
Thank you for popping back and reading this, it was one of my first pieces smiles.
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We may learn much not by what people say, but why they say what they do or do not say.
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