Sometimes they match the vivid blue of a cloudless summer sky. At the perfect angle the exact reflection of sky impossible to establish.
Day to day the life they hold bursts through, proudly enhancing different emotions. Other times they match a stormy sea, a hint of green breaking through the surrounding grey. On these occasions the emotions become harder to determine.
Sometimes salty liquid encases them before escaping one drop at a time; either fast or slow.
Today there is no colour as birds pick at the remains of the decaying body. The eyes were the first delicacy they consumed.