lucky

people tell me my eyes are hazel, and that they wanna see what i look like when i get furious. i always kinda disagree, and get offended that someone would be so selfish as to want me to be feeling a pain of sorts. but to be honest, i want to see what im like as well. for a justified reason, of course. its been a very long time since i was deeply angered by something, so that i would scream and yell, throw and hit things.  justified anger mixed with layers of pent up fury. a face ive caught in the mirror, in full swing. i imagine its like the stories where the moon gets horrifyingly close to the earth. like a dream trapped in my head. i stay up all night dreaming about it.