He may never say a word but I can see it through his eyes.
It mirrors a story, a mystery waiting to unfold. I wanted to know the reason behind his silence, but there is no way I can hear it from him,.
I looked at the tarsier closely — he looks weird, so small, so hairy. He has big round eyes, colored brown, and he clings to the twigs as if it is the only place he can live in.
From my quick observations, the creature never made a sound. All I witnessed was his eyes closing and opening at a very slow pace. He never even looked around like we were not there, like no one is watching.
Some says he is sensitive and fragile. A single touch or a loud noise can disturb him… And when he is disturbed, he is suicidal.
The night is his day that is why he loves the darkness so much.
Now I am eager to know more about him — why he never speaks, why he never gazes at me, why is he different and why is he interesting. I wanted him to disclose to me his past and secrets although I know there is no way I can hear from him.
He is afraid, I can see it through his eyes.