Windows and Mirrors (standard:poetry, 0 words)
Author: Unsun	Added: Jul 17 2001	Views/Reads: 3473/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I wrote this a while ago and I just found it lying around.

Eyes, the window of the soul. Mirrors of the self. A mirror in which to
see the current state and a window in which to see the future being. 
Windows and mirrors, marred with abuse, stained and filthy from years 
of improper use. The silver of the mirrors rusted and the windows 
opaque with the filth of life. What happens when the soul can no longer 
see through it’s window and when no one can see the soul? And what 
happens when the mirror of the self proves too dirty to reflect. A 
human being no longer capable of self reflection, a being with it’s 
soul walled in a lightless room unable to see itself or to be seen. 
Further more how can one cure this. What will wipe a way the grit and 
grime of life’s long years? What is needed? What is necessary? Windex 
for the soul. 


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