I stared hard into the blood shot eyes of the man directly in front of me. Scanning his ridged face for some form of insight. Something that would shed some light on the man before me.
He seemed to be studying me as well. Investigating my facial features as to see what made me tick. So I looked deeper into the set of eyes directly across from mine in an attempt to find some substance of sense in this activity. So far nothing. Nothing but the appearance of confusion, and vagueness.
I couldn’t read this guy. Which was particularly aggravating to me as I take pride in my ability to read people. So, I kept staring. Harder now to notice something of some significance.
Then I saw it. The ever so slow moving altering of emotions in this man. So moderately changing it would go unnoticed to anyone not painstakingly researching his facial features. Apathetically shifting from an almost angry expression to one of sadness, and regret. Then placidly altering to a representation of self loathing with a touch of fear. Such young features with a tinge of age to it. A face weary as if this world has taken a serious toll on this individual. Then I noticed the unmistakable presence of long since, but still lingering heart ache.
At that moment I turned away as if the harsh reality had physically slapped me across the face. It was just too depressing really. To notice so much pain buried deep beneath the surface of this man. I decided no more.
I stood to my feet. Before taking that first step away I took one last glace at the man. This time I could see something that had been over looked previously. Looking into his eyes I noticed a faint glimmer of hope. And on that positive note I turned away from the man in the mirror.
Thanks climber. I'll be posting more.