Reflections

“REFLECTIONS” The eyes are a mother of reflections. For some, it's a peek into a person's soul. Others see it as the last puzzle to imagine a world of dreams, a testament of miracles, a minute piece of hope to latch onto. Reflections, however little they might be, are so much more than they seem. Call them a stone, impactful enough to send ripples of changes. You can even regard them as a loop of endless questions, answers and realities, all in a place. Either way, hold on to the reality that reflections are a place, large enough for others to find themselves, and an abode, deep enough for you to discover the truth, your truth.