Smile with your eyes.
Not your face. Not your muscles. Not your
gestures.
Let them sparkle. Let them twinkle. Let them illuminate all you have inside.
Inside, there are stories. Memories. Messages. Words all strung together.
Some are achingly beautiful.
You can feel the story within your body.
The slight pang in your lower back, the tightness in your neck, the stiffness
in your shoulders.
When you sit in silence, you can hear the
story loud and clear, playing on circuit.
It clouds your sight; it blocks your vision. It sends you down a spiral of doubt and confusion.
It clouds your sight; it blocks your vision. It sends you down a spiral of doubt and confusion.
This is life’s epic poetry.