Know that she’s looking at times for a soft space to land; to let go without judgment, without being told she needs to be fixed. Without being asked what’s wrong. Without being condemned or looked down upon. Without being made to feel like she’s failed simply for showing another side of herself.
But her mystery lay stored and obscured beneath To get to it She had to dive deep And she did She did it without breathing for a while. Below the surface of those pools, treading heavy truths, even heavier fears She found no mask or thin disguise worth keeping after all these years She ...
The masks may have been a coping mechanism, to help shield you from a confusing world, but ultimately they are a cage. They are there to corral that spark of exuberant life that just doesn’t quite meet society’s standards of acceptable. They separate you from the aliveness inherent in your own soul.