In My Eyes

everything still had his presence. Walking into it, Mildred by my side, I walk to the bookshelves, staring, grazing my hands across the leather bounds, moving side to side. All of his beloved books about that country, “The Encyclopedia Britannica, British Flowers, Birds and Beasts various histories,…

Through My Eyes Anita Halas Dedicated: To Shirley Tripp Johnson, A beautiful woman who became my inspiration With all that she does since the loss of her son. Sherry Ann Blevins and Chris ( Precious Angel Tricia Seymour) You two are the glue that holds me together. And to all the Angel Parents out there, My love and hugs to you all. Not Forever The first few years Went by in a blur I can’t remember. As there was no cure. Wanting to sleep, Lying in bed, Take this pain away, Reaching…

age group of 18 years old to 39 years old, the mean values for eyes open is 45 seconds, and eyes closed is 13.1 seconds. My eyes open best time, is normal because it is 45 seconds. This shows that I have good static balance, and leg strength. However, when my eyes are closed my scores fall below the mean value of 13.1 seconds. This is mainly because vision was absence. Furthermore, I did the eyes closed trial immediately after the eyes open trial, without taking any breaks. This means I was…

Open my eyes, I don’t remember how many times I open my eyes, this time my soul seems get into the body of a black adult, who is around twenty six years old. This is beautiful Sunday, and I am walking to the café after work. While I walks through the corner, accidently knocks down a female. Follow my eyesight, I see a pretty girl, which really makes the heart is beating strongly. I immediately help her up. As the apology, I invite her to have dinner with me, and we have a nice dinner together,…

figurative imagery. The tone of apprehensive is supported by the author’s use of connotation. The author writes that “my eyes burned” (115). Burned connotes the failure searing failure the protagonist encountered when he realized his dreams were not realistic (115). Burned conveys the failure the protagonist felt which supports the tone of apprehensive (115). The author uses the word blind end when describing the street at which the protagonists lives at (110). This suggests a connotation of…

involved during my contrived experience. Before simulating monocular vision due to Arteritic Anterior Ischemic Optic Neuropathy (NAAION), I did not anticipate the increased level of difficulty that certain normal activities of daily living (ADLs) and instrumental activities of daily living (IADLs) would have on my day. My experience consisted of an eye-patch covering up my left eye for 12 hours. Some of the activities I found to be the more difficult were: putting on make-up, tying my left…

My body shuddered in agony, as I desperately gasped for air. My mother awoke, as she noticed pus-filled, blood sacs on my abdomen. She shrieked, as it appeared the life was being pulled out of me. Immediately, my mother sprinted to the town doctor, who had recently flown in within minutes. The physician injected me with a clear substance, as my body became relaxed. The darkness continued to swallow the town, as I became conscious. The insect that injected me with its poison still remains…

within your eye and realize that your vision in that eye is completely gone, is tremendously frightening and devastating. The first thing I remember when being awakened from my surgery is someone telling me that the surgery was a success, but during the process of the surgery I had experienced a serious injury in my right eye. They told me that the tape and everything used to cover and protect the eye had come loose and all the fluids used to prep the surgical site had leaked into my eye and…

daring to drop my gaze. His eyes were dark similar to mine when I would become enraged. Deep and hollow, no life in them. After all those years singing to a mirror or my shower head, those harmonic tunes...the owner of the song was just meters in front of me. The frigid water would cascade down my back to the point I knew it was time to leave the shower. I knew I was a terrible singer, just ask my pet goldfish - which died. I shuddered at the remembrance of the funeral I assembled for my beloved…

The title of my gallery exhibit is called “Windows To The Soul.” As a child, I had to grow up far behind my years and I have to learn to mask what was going on the inside by decorating what was the outside. I became aware that one feature about yourself that you cannot mask is one’s eyes. Throughout my life, I have always been told that our eyes are the windows to the soul. Through our eyes is truly where our truth lies, truly where you will find the emotions that our looks will hide. Exposing…