The eyes are the gateways to the soul…
When you look into eyes that are stone cold,
walled up, and impenetrable
Be cautious, dear reader.
When those eyes throb and do their best to penetrate you,
be steadfast and lock your body down.
When your scalp itches,
your heart quakes,
your mind furries,
cast an internal spell:
I give away nothing. I feel nothing.
Then, carry on with business as usual. They are cast out.
The eyes that probe belong to a Resister, a groomer, a self-absorbed predator, an individual who collects loyal subjects and people to control; seeks power; and aggregates harm.
The probe will lurk and calculate, then move on. Sometimes,
that gaze will return. The lurker clouded by their hunger for power,
thinking they misjudged you. Remind them they get nothing from you.
Visual representation of story on @tolbert_on_medium Instagram
+”Resister” refers to the work of J. Luke Wood, more about them can be found here.
