Your words are a reflection of yourself. Dark or light, happy or sad, mean or kind all the same you cannot hide from yourself.
You write yourself across the page. The words arrange themselves into surprises, despite your sense of control over them. The writing becomes mirror of the soul, until, yes, even you, begin to see yourself clearly.
They are reflective, these words, showing soul and heart unhidden by physical appearance.
Look at your soul splayed across the page in letters aligned, marching to your heart, longing for you to see how lovely you are.
Words reflecting the self in ways a mirror never could.