It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul. Eyes can cry and laugh, glare and glitter. Yet the soul has an infinite capacity that could never be expressed, no matter how fine the eyes.
I believe that words are the window to the soul. Words create paintings that reflect the reader's own hearts. The author is there, in the lines and letters, but words never stay on the page. They worm their way relentlessly into our hearts and minds. They capture a glimpse of a soul. Beliefs and fears are immortalized into a world of ink.
Words are portals. Sometimes they require wrangling, and sometimes they seem to walk unbidden into our souls, demanding to be given a home on a page. They can capture what we wish our lives could be and what they truly are. The messy, cringe-worthy failures and the soaring heights of humanity are reflected with brutal accuracy on the page.
Nothing can set hearts on fire or calm a soul like the world that shimmers darkly within those inky lines.
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