Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing

I am alone. They have gone into the house for breakfast, and I am left standing by the wall among the flowers. It is very early, before lessons. Flower after flower is specked on the depths of green. The petals are harlequins. Stalks rise from the black hollows beneath. The flowers swim like fish made of light upon the dark, green waters. I hold a stalk in my hand. I am the stalk. My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs. Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing. I am a boy in grey flannels with a belt fastened by a brass snake up here. Down there my eyes are the lidless eyes of a stone figure in a desert by the Nile. I see women passing with red pitchers to the river; I see camels swaying and men in turbans. I hear tramplings, tremblings, stirrings round me.

-Virginia Woolf:  The Waves

IAM: EvanxBurke

15 thoughts on “Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing

  1. Becca… my initial thoughts exactly!

    But damn, he has some gorgeous eyes
    He also has nice mods, of course :)

  2. I really like this photo. His eyes are captivating, and it makes me wonder what happened next. Nice medusa, too!!!

  3. His eyes made me forget to comment on the passage, which is a really vivid dream to frame this picture. Beautiful collaboration, Rob.

  4. I love seeing a person who looks like they were born with their body modifications.
    This is one of those times. Perfection, truly.

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