the touch of an eye

At that moment a thought popped in my mind... What if my eyes were jelly? What if my whole hand could penetrate them and that gluey feeling was the best I ever felt? What a weird thought isn't it?

It all began that gloomy afternoon, I was invited to get photographed. In the wide empty space of the studio I felt the void overwhelming me. He appeared from nowhere. Looking smart, walking slowly. It dazzled me. His presence was unique. It was the first time I met him and I felt at ease instantly. His bright smile made the wrinkles around his eyes appear clearly. There was something hypnotizing about his mouth when it moved to speak. Such a charming man.

Next thing I knew, there I was in front of him, opening my mouth widely while touching my eye. Whenever I look at this picture it just reminds me of the weirdness of the instant. I remember the mystery of those moments where you just do something and don't understand it. You can't say where it came from, how it struck you because it all happened very fast. In a way, I'm just happy I met him because may be I never would have thought of it. And then I probably never would have realized the way it feels to touch an eye.