❄️She thinks she is just a wave falling and rising on the sea shore, but she doesn't know the entire ocean is her.
❄️She thinks she is to be completed by someone, to be perfect but she doesn't know that she's already this world's perfect imperfection.
❄️She looks up at the blue sky wondering how beautiful it is, but what she doesn't know is, it's just her reflection.
❄️She thinks she's just pink but she doesn't know that she's the most colorful painting He has ever painted.
❄️She falls asleep looking at the night sky thinking about the stars when the whole universe is engaged, wondering about how flawless she is, with all the flaws she has.
❄️She thinks less of herself but the whole world doesn't have a single clue about that, because
She wears a mask,
A mask made of tears and pain,
A mask concealing all the cuts and bruises beneath,
A mask that's not easy to break,
A mask with which it is difficult to see through,
A mask that knows her too well to get rid of,
A mask etched onto her body and soul like a second skin,
A mask that she wore and wore and wore until she's convinced that it's a part of her.
❄️Before you rip off the mask covering up her face and body, Remember,
The flesh beneath the mask needs to be healed. That flesh fences around, guarding, a soul that needs to be loved. It deserves to be respected.
The soul, man. The soul. Remember these words.
If you try to tear open the mask with out healing her soul, along with it comes her flesh and blood leaving no single trace of 'The real her.' Heal her, build her, bring her back to life. Show her how awesome life can be even though everything's fucked up.
Pay attention to the next coming sentence, please.
Help her heal. Help yourself to be a better person. EVEN IF HER IS YOU. Period.