Look Inside, and Tell me what it is that you See?

I see sadness, despair, populations of painful perceptions buried in time. Your corneas close in on a fine point, making it quiver. There is evidence of your presence in those changing rivulets in your eyes, the glistening pupils, [she is somewhere, back there] those two quaint windows, opening out from your mind, and gently processing, with all their hidden knowledge.