The language of my Soul
It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul and I want to be seen. While so many shy away from all that the eyes have to say I want you to read my mind. Then, nothing would be left unspoken, and all that could have been bitter and broken, will be out in the open. I want to be free...My spirit is is currently bitter and broken from words that are unspoken by my mouth, but my eyes, they shout in the form of tears. Heavy and steady, they scream all that my mouth is not ready to share, and even if it takes a lifetime to find the words, my windows are always open.