Naomi

Eyes

My eyes are never one color, they always change from hazel to chestnut, or dark walnut to an olive green. It depends on my mood really. They're dark chocolate when I’m sad, chestnut when I’m giggly and happy, olive green when I’m being a loyal friend, and hazel when I’m just me. My face wouldn’t look good with bright green or blue, no, they couldn’t be like the sea or sky. My eyes are the willows branches of me, drifting over the ground like a frozen flush of water. My eyes are me, kind, loyal, stubborn, and most of all happy. My eyes are a mixture of mother's brown eyes, as shiny as a fined marble, and my fathers, crystal blue skies, like what you would see if you were sailing far from land, on a beautiful day. I am both of them, I’m glad too. Both of them are loyal. I get my sensitivity from dad, and my wise, intelligent side, that knows that there’s always a way around it side, well, that’s from mom, its actually quite scary how much I am of them, and yet it makes me different and unique. My sister’s eyes are foreign brown, like chocolate. They sparkle and shine, but usually at home, they don’t show a glimmer. They’re like hard candies with soft filling inside.