Who are you really?

I love seeing people as they truly are—see the unmasked version of people, the bare soul without the imprints of the world stamped upon them, without the likes and dislikes and rules and regulations imposed on their minds.

There is an almost sacred reverence in witnessing the unguarded—a quiet rebellion in eyes that do not flinch from their own depths. Perhaps the bravest are not those who stand unshaken, but those whose trembling hands do not hide, whose tears do not fear the light.