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Through the Looking Glass


Tired child boards bus with siblings. Rubbing sleep filled eyes he gingerly looks up at me. His face is stern with fatigue of poverty and not enough kindness. Our eyes lock for a moment; his searching mine. He seemed as though he was expecting  an admonishing glare.

The bus was ripe with them. Most passenger brows were set in anguish; steeped in emotional disconnection.

I smile.

Startled he continued looking as if he were staring at a mirage. I turn my head toward the window deep in my own thoughts. After a moment I realized my face should be a positive  pronouncement for this child. I look back and he is still looking in my direction.

I smile again.

He smiles, looks down at his feet looks back at me for affirmation.

I am still smiling.  Genuinely.

He is smiling to himself now.

The children are watching.  What will you show them?

About The "SoKey" Experience

Each morning I wake I pour myself into a goblet, slowly inhaling the scent of my own faults, swirling them around the glass, allowing them to breath, then I sip, allowing my own inconsistencies to soak my tongue before swallowing. If I am tipsy from my own frailties - I'm less likely to become drunk on yours. -SoKey (introspection)


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