This is the story of the eyes, the story that carries no lies or bias, the story that which can be hard to verbalize but easy to visualize. This is the story that carries many stories and the story that never changes no matter told by who or how it may be said. This is the story in which I will merely attempt of speaking of this mystical truth. The story in which the mothers eyes tear up as she has had her first baby, the look in the eyes of a person who has witnessed death, the stories that are on opposite spectrums of each other. The eyes are such a beautiful thing we all attain, it cannot lie to the one who looks deep within it, you can uncover the true anguish of a person or the exact opposite and reveal their giddy childish happiness. Sometimes the eyes do not tell the stories of emotion but yet the stories of wisdom and the years it took to attain it, the eyes cannot hide their sometimes bittersweet truths though we know them for their abilities to see within other things we ignore the fact it can be looked into and studied just as it studies other things. This is the untold story of the part that cannot be understood by science, this isn’t the part in which can be referenced in biology books or studied by scientists, this is the beauty of the eyes that lets you into the depths of the soul. Looking into my eyes I may not see what others see, looking into your eyes you will never understand the strength I see in its never ending depths. The most beautiful things about the eyes is that they reveal not emotions or wisdom but one of the rarest things that we as humans seem to lack, sincerity. A sincerity that no matter how much verbalized or how much expressed when seen in the eyes of one truly sincere can speak volumes. This is the end of a story that even though it may end in this template is a never ending story, next time you look into someone’s eyes I hope you see the true things in which their mouth cannot say.