Mirrors of the soul. I can only describe how I feel or see things from my own point of view on people and my surroundings. The more silent you become the more you’re able to observe what’s going on. As I child I use to speak a lot but growing older and witnessing certain aspects of life affect you so much to a point you become silent. Watching people like seeds growing their roots of evil and good, but often these are unbalanced. We live in times where people feel as if being polite is sign of weakness and evil or having no mercy is a sign of power. Roots are a connection to the soul, these can be multiple traits that lead into one whole. A deep hole that we dig through mostly to find others but only to lose ourselves within the process. We worry about materialistic objects and care about looks more than personality, only to realize we are blind to the souls condition because the outer core is an illusion. We find the ugly in people without realizing beauty first, judging a book by its cover without reading its pages. We are not the author of other people’s stories, but we are the author of our own. To each is own.
