Glass, I was taught, is liquid. Eyes, I learned, are the moist definitions of the intangible qualities of people's souls. Both are mirrors telling the truth. Being unable to lie they can only be clear until pain blurs the vision. Hurt souls can train the eyes to create the illusion of hardness to protect a vulnerable soul by learning how to alter the appearance of gentleness into something that appears menacing. A mirror cannot. It can only be itself, but the eyes can tell multiple stories until one person comes who can read the soul, and tell the story with the clarity of a mirror.
- Gregory E. Woods 1.18.13
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| Carrina Suicide |
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