To you, I'm an athiest. To God, I'm the loyal opposition.
My eyes are vague green. Lighter than harbor-water, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up. It makes me restless but I cannot keep them still. If only I had grey, blue, black, brown, yellow eyes; I would stay at home and do something. It's not that I'm curious-- on the contrary, I am bored but it's my duty to be attentive, I am needed by things as the sky must be above the earth. And lately, so great has their anxiety become I can spare myself little sleep.