They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Hmm... Well..what if you don't even like the eye?I'm wondering if when I converse with others..the reason they remain unfocused around me, is my ice-blue stare? There is something frightening about ice-blue eyes. It is like you are staring at the dead, looking back at you! Eeeekkk... Creepy...in a Dawn of the Dead kinda way! I don't even like looking at them in the mirror. In the sun they turn even icier....must go along with the cold heart underneath! :)
Funny...my birthstone is also an ice blue.
Seems a strange fate sometimes, that I am always surrounded by winter in every form. Even my heritage is that of the Nordic realms.
Is there no end to winter? It would seem for me it will span the ages, to eternity and beyond.
The Magicians Owl
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