More Than Meets the Eye

Did you ever stop and wonder what she could possibly be holding inside? There is a river there. It winds and aches. It bursts and blooms. There is absolutely always more than meets the eye. You know this because you feel it too. And yet people are just cashiers, people are just library assistants, people are just another driver who cut in front of you without permission. There is more than this brief encounter. We are more than we let on. And beyond this deep demure disguise there is also light. If you can, let it shine and if you can't I know it's there all the same.