The only ones who can paint with words are writers; those who build worlds where we can escape, shelter us from storms, fears, escape from reality. Like wounds, the past leaves furrows in the skin and our hands when we touch them, like a blind man who reads, knows about the pain, about time, about all the suffering left by that fissure of flesh. The one who comes will have to accept the miseries and the scraps, and with that make someone better. But there are people who run away from fractured people, @johnjgeddes, and close the door and run away without saying goodbye. Nice night for you, poet.
there's some truth to the art of physiognomy - reading a person's character through their physical appearance. To a large extent we control our features through our life choices and experiences - but beyond our control are the scars left by others -and skillful people can interpret the braille of those scars to decipher the soul
Very well said, my estimated