Her eyes blink with truth

"There are various eyes. Even the Sphinx has eyes: and as a result there are various truths, and as a result there is no truth."

~Friedrich Nietzsche

She stands alone,

lost in the trance of her bathroom mirror,

searching, hoping, tracing her face with her fingertips.

It is truth that she finds,

it is truth that stares back at her.

The long, angelic contours of her cheek

reminding her of someone

so tightly bound in her structure,

yet so distant and unfamiliar;

her nose like the button

beneath her father's on a collared shirt;

her plump lips like those of a child,

begging to tell her stories of the playground.

But it is her eyes that jolt her

like brand new wedding china crashing to the floor,

taking the breath out of her own lungs,

as the dam of suppression

breaks under pressure,

gushing all her years upon her head,

all the images tucked away inside her neurons,

all her moments of happiness bordering on mania,

all the times love poured from her iris's

into those who dared to look,

all the tears that have wrenched their way

out of the leaky faucet that is her soul,

all the faces she doesn't remember

but cannot forget.

It is her eyes,

open like shiny crystal balls,

that blink with truth

and light the room with all that only she

can ever know.

~Lola Rain

Look to the sky, it never lies

Rarely in life do we fully appreciate the simple existences constantly surrounding, supporting and enhancing our lives. We take these things for granted rather than marvel at the utter complexity of their existence, rather than contemplating that underneath the constant material flow of life, lies a natural world that takes its time, is never anything but honest and exists without pretense. I am more drawn to nature and to the earth than I am to the material world because of this...because it is what makes sense to me and allows manufactured life to melt away.

A simple thing like the sky above us elicits a sense of awe and wonder in me. We may ignore it, but it’s always there. It's impact is strong, and it's constant moodiness can alter our own moods. But even more profound is the way it reminds me of a simple fact: we live on a round piece of matter, floating magically in the midst of an immense universe. And if you really stop to think about that, to realize we’ve created a life far more complex than necessary, to understand that we are simply a part of this natural wonder, then you can discover a feeling of appreciation and a lesson to be learned from all that is natural.

If anything, you can count on the sky to connect you to the earth and yourself. The next time the summer sky opens up into a fantastical rain storm, run out onto the hot pavement, feel the rain pour from above...and just feel alive.

~Lola Rain