Life.

You’re beautiful, quit this nonsense, turn your chin to the sky, and smile. Be proud of your existence, be proud of who you are. There’s no one like you, near or far. Look at the clouds and breath, fall down, get back up. I love you. Eternally I will love you, love your soul, love for a being of immense beauty. Like every other soul, you are constantly challenged and torn apart. Souls heal though, but not through physically inflicted pain. Look to the moon, for it has all of the answers; the seer of all. In the moon’s brightness you will see yourself, and love who you are. I know this is true. Illusions of all sorts might confront you now, but this is a world we shall not take for granted, enjoy it, live it up. It’s the only life you have.