We smile all shades of light through the cracks we possess in our life. The small hair line fractures that we beg not be brought forth, are masked with a defensive shine
So much light that, even to ones self these cracks become foreign and forgotten. Healing is made so backwards. Ones pride becomes ones pain.
So I dear you to look onward with spectrum's of honesty and an offering of truth in order to partake in the process of life and not carry shame, for all that is shameful is the denial of ones self.