If eyes are the window to one's soul, then hands are the doors. Why are the hands the doors? Well, think about it, you can tell ones age by touching and studying their hands much like a door. As the door ages it becomes weathered, and the paint begins to peel, leaving you with a squeaky sound as you open it. Hands will show you wrinkles and the skin begins to thin as age spots appear then arthritis sets in.
If eyes are the window to one's soul, then your skin is the roadmap of your life. Each scar, like places, have stories behind them, skin spots show how you have loved the sun. As age ravages your body, it withers and shows you wrinkles, that resimble the paths that you have taken to get to where you are now. The longer your story the older your skin appears to be.
If eyes are the window to one's soul, then your hair is its history. As it grows it shows your nutrition, and how you have cared for yourself. As you dye it from color to color it grows to show who you really are. You will try to hide your history but it will always come back to you in the end.
If eyes are the window to one's soul, then your fingers tell your story. They speak through the keystrokes that they make as they create worlds and characters that you imagine in your mind. Through their stories you tell your own, how they live their lives is a reflection, of your own life.
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories by Amaranthean
Short StoryI would like for you to sit back relax and read over a collection of Short Stories and Poetic Prose that I have written. Most stories are 500 words or less. I will add more stories from time to time. The picture on the cover was taken and edited by...
