The Blue Eyes
The Blue Eyes Like the dark moon hidden behind the sparkly greyish cloud. The shimmer was all over the cold pond. Then the wind blew the greyish cloud away. You knew it was still there, watching you from above. As the day came out, it faded away, and away, and… away. I would never know what he is doing—maybe watching a bunch of movies on his laptop, editing some short movies, shooting, traveling around, walking around the city just to find the best spot for him to find inspirations or ideas for his scripts. Maybe he is now sitting down in a park somewhere, eating his potato chips while surfing the internet for what he is currently interested in. Or maybe he is sleeping, thinking of his next project in his dream. I would never know. I’m not complaining about the not-knowing thing. Not complaining at all. Because we are like two different creatures living in two different worlds. But they sometimes synchronize, so we can meet up for a short period of time. What a shame...