At family gatherings storm cloud eyes fill the room. Our only outlier is the sweet chocolate browns and snow covered greens. We are filled with joy as deep as the ocean. You can feel our presence, but the sun will quickly blind our sensitivity.  We've got the blues, but these blues love to laugh.

     But we are a mutation. We are sneaky and sly, we lie to love, and we dream and die. We aren't original like "Friends" or "The Flintstones". His eyes are meant for a world of browns but are lost at sea. You can't see through them because they're hard to read. But we'll tell you we're a book worth reading.