Eyes of the Observer

    I sit and watch as the world passes me by, the clouds walk in the distance, the wind howls out a long goodbye, the waves tumble down the shore to meet me. Every immaculate line, color, and shape is captured perfectly with one gaze of my violet eyes. I see it all, the glimmer as the sun hits the ocean, a parent over-protectively clinging to their child for fear that if even one toe were to touch the water then their child is doomed to a long painful death, it's all captured by my eyes and deposited into my memory where it shall never be forgotten nor overlooked. Everything is a part of reality, so everything is important therefore everything must be remembered. But there is always more to see, the bustling of the cities as the overly prideful businessmen cut in front of the middle class in traffic, the calmness of the countryside when families sit together, with camaraderie never seen in modern people, and discuss various topics over a still steaming chicken breast, the screams of war as soldier after soldier watches their comrades fall into pools of their own blood and sorrow, choking back tears as their life fades. It is these moments and many more I watch day to day. Areas of peace, where nothing is happening, and areas of chaos, where the fires rise and wash away entire cities from history, I'm there. Plane crashes with 100% mortality rates, hospitals where new life begins, both attempt to sedate my unquenchable thirst for life and reality. It is my job, my meaning, to watch and remember.

I SHALL OBSERVE AND IN THAT ACT BE CONSUMED BY IT, AND BECOME THE OBSERVER