Purple Eyes

Holding me captive... holding a gun to my head allowing me to drift away into liberty before dawn, asking more of me than I could master, making me write his book so fast and  obviously.... for him it was too slow.
   The Great Head of the Congregation struck me with his stunning purple eyes into which I could dive and drown a lake of poetry. Touching my cold hand as still as marbel he started painting a new line to the scrypt of links and I accepted... I could not refuse those purple eyes so I cut my hair for them, I painted my face in non-colours for them and I denied my name for that of devotion.....
   Early morning.... Clock Strikes the hour... I awake.... My innocent son is expecting me to cover him with affection.... I do so and then send him to the place where his mind has to be  reforged for the course of morning to afternoon... He leaves  asking why my eyes so disturbed and sad mutter a song of the Ocean and why does the raindrop not make a miracle of bringing sparks of seven colours to form a perfect spectral wave... I smile and give him yet another kiss... what an  unexplicable feeling... I let him believe it's just the weather ... My son is dislexic and I don't think he can get the notion of purple but maybe I'm too superficial... Had my eyes been purple I would have made him the growing image of the same colour's metaphore for me and for others....
   The street is beautiful just as special as those eyes that stunned me stealing everything out of my mind... I charge my telephone by sunlight and I feel it's growing hot... The man and his gun pick my soul up from the next stop and as I myself climb on top of the flying cart I can see my soul reflected in my review mirror... I cannot work as I'm sleepy and my judgement has left me but the gun is coldly touching my head ... or is it a shard of the review mirror.... All makes sense now... I pull out my phone and take a picture of those behind me... No reflection... The ghosts fall into unmaterialism and non-existing theories as I go to school with a bagfull of food and sweets for my son's lunch... I cannot believe I have forgotten those in the morning... Yet he is smart enough and lightyears ahead of me so he playfully pushes me aside :
  * Hello there , dear mama! No need to have worried I went to the Fast Food with my mates and  it was no need for me to read for I matched my imagination with the pictures on display and by only one touch I could figure out the money so no need for reading... You don't have to say ( I've brought you....) I knew you would come but I was too hungry to wait for you so I managed on my own... You may leave the stuff here I'll eat later with the others and... by the way ... I made a change... I asked my mind to paint my eyes in purple! Thought it's nicer! Everyone says I'm the school's most special kid now and... somehow I knew you would like me better like this...!*
  He runs away with his friends and I stare at him in deep admiration and bewilderment... All I can now think of is *purple eyes...* nothing but those misterious and powerful * purple eyes..... *