Untitled.html Those eyees had once been soft. So soft you could drown in them. Innoscent. Oh yes, that was once the best word to descibe them. He stared at the world, gazing through blue ovals that saw all, yet none of it was understood. Now he sees all and understands all, pain, horror, suffering. His face is twisted in some kind of pain I never understood. The one I know now is always thinking of some horrible thing I never saw. Something else. I don't understand. He gazes through eyes that have changed so much, at a world where something gives him pain. Clear cut, staring through unclouded glass. He sees all with those eyes, and pays for that with so much pain... I keep telling him as long as he feels, there is no monster there... there was never a monster in those eyes. I feel his pain... so acutely... it's horrible. No one should ever feel that much pain. The one who causes that is the true monster. Never the one who feels.