More than meets the eye.

Ever care to wonder there's something more than meets the eye??

Driving around in a car watching the blur of mobile and immobile beings just moving past you.

The trees that shed the flowers like little ballerinas in a snow globe twirling to the song of the wind.

The laughter of a street jester, the cries of a baby demanding to be fed,the vivid noise of the speakers that vibrates to the passerby's heart.

The foods, the smells, the faces, the language, the noise, the silence. The deafening silence waiting to be heard.

May be there is more than the blur while you drive, you could be the possible blur going in and out of the focus. The state that changes with every possible step waiting for the change at every nook and corner.

The world that only seems to disgust a look at the ugly face fails to uncover a pretty face of its deviled heart. If only what met the eye was enough.

We see, we despise, we curse little children knocking over the windshield for pennies to feed the family. If only it met the eye of a 10-year old becoming the bread winner, of him having to toss his childhood to a pyre his parents were fed to.

Hate the look of somebody's shoes? Mismatched, over worn, repaired over and over again or just simply torn. You wouldn't know how hard he worked to own a pair. If only the struggle could travel with the light of appearance, and your feet walked in his shoes.


We see the world. We claim to see every thing that meets the eye, but may be there is more than what makes its image on the fovea capitis.
Every person a different legend. Every face a different story. Every scar a different history. All of it miles apart and still interwoven to the threads of their literal being, together in the tread marks they left.

We claim we see.
We do indeed.
Though only see.