My eyes have legs. They kick out of their sockets every few minutes and run around like wild children. It is difficult to control them at this point of the day. When they’re free, they tend to corner anything they see as aesthetically pleasing, including people. If this happens to you, do not be alarmed. They are harmless, and of course, I apologize for any inconvenience.
If they ever cross your path, be sure to acknowledge them. My eyes are sensitive creatures, made from the softest materials. The best way to avoid such uncomfortable situations is to stare back. As soon as they’re noticed, they’ll leave a stream of tears towards my feet, jump up to my face, and lock themselves back in their designated caves. My eyes can jump like jackrabbits.
Make sure to frown when approached and cornered. If you smile, it may become a stickier situation. My eyes escape their sockets in search of the happiest things on Earth. If you smile, they may cling to you and never let go. Did I mention that my eyes have arms?
I understand that my situation is unusual and unacceptable in an everyday environment. I try my hardest to stay nocturnal. I try to tire my eyes by using the flashing lights of the ‘idiot box,’ whenever I can. My brain is the organ that longs for things outside of the screen. My eyes can’t tell the difference. It gets difficult to control such curious little creatures. Hardly anything pleases them when it rains or storms.
My eyes are happiest when they see the stars. On the clearest nights, I wander away from my lonesome abode and find the darkest corner on a forgotten street. Sometimes, my eyes have wings. When I look up, my eyes fly away for hours.