Eyes of the Soul

Throughout my life over those long gone years. Throughout my life while shedding tears and fears. I remember that symbol of an eye. Whatever I've seen could not deny. My movie, in which all has been recorded, reprocessed, reloaded. Into tiny fabric pieces of images. The images that have guided me through laps and gaps in the things we call cracks; in life, that have demonstrated chaos and economical distress ,but none has commonly affected my knowledge, my Congress. My own cage affects my reasoning, my weakness, my actions, my best. This colorizes my heart buried in such deepness