There are moments when less is more. Sometimes it’s not about what you are saying to someone, but how. This can be hard though. If you are not paying attention in a conversation you may miss something. You may miss body language. You may miss the direct looks at you the head angles, the smirks. But still yet, there is sometimes, something even more.

Eyes can read into you, can speak to you. They can comfort and harm you in an instant. Many people will not make direct eye contact. And often, those that do will break away, or blink steadily. Then there are conversations where things are being said without any words, the words are there, but so much more is as well. The silence of eyes is earth shattering. Often the determination of whether or not those eyes are comforting or painful will reside in the tone of the situation.

But to look, to really look into some one and give them something, or to try and take something away is intense. It makes the words said, no matter how few or how many, almost unimportant. You feel that the world could go silent and the two of you would be sharing that moment still, just as significantly, perhaps even more so.

The ability to translate that moment can escapes us. Both parties may be well aware of this ballet, and be so in tuned that the melody radiates from their eyes. The symphony though is heard as a jumble. The eyes may be looking past you for something more. And if it is there they will find it.

How after all do we make eyes lie? Can we, can we mask our true feelings in them? If we stop to look, can we not see so much more in someone by locking pupils, not just hands.

Through this invisible life line we speak, like through cans, hoping that the message will come clear. However, when it does not, we seem afraid to ask, to wonder “what exactly are you trying to find out, to convey, to have me know, to have for yourself”.

Eyes are the windows to the soul they say. If this is true, then you can easily read my soul. Eyes don’t lie.