People always say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Does that mean we see people with our souls as well?
We stare at other souls with our own-
Knowing there is something beautiful trapped inside those windows,
All the while being trapped behind our own.
Some are darker than others-dreary with no hope.
Other's are bright & welcoming, nothing to hide behind-transparent.
Like a moth to a flame, we are drawn in.
Window to soul, soul to window.
We peer in trying to catch a glimpse of the true colors of a person.
I guess we are all peeping toms in the end.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
People always say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Does that mean we see people with our souls as well?
We stare at other souls with our own-
Knowing there is something beautiful trapped inside those windows,
All the while being trapped behind our own.
Some are darker than others-dreary with no hope.
Other's are bright & welcoming, nothing to hide behind-transparent.
Like a moth to a flame, we are drawn in.
Window to soul, soul to window.
We peer in trying to catch a glimpse of the true colors of a person.
I guess we are all peeping toms in the end.
Oldie but goodie.
