What if the soul were colors swirling together in a plane of utter darkness? What if the colors of the soul show its nature? Its will? How it’s feeling? What would we do if we could see each other’s souls with a cursory glance? Would you notice my faded colors? Would you even care? Would you stand back and watch as the darkness bleeds into the amber light of my heart? Would you watch until my light got snuffed out? Would you enjoy the show?
If I don’t say anything don’t think it is because I am a cowardly person. I hole myself up in these bleak surroundings, I sit in front of a window that displays the sun, and I sit here, compressed and small, not because I cannot say something, but because I know I shouldn’t. I compress […]Read more "Meek"