Listen to the quiet sound of your voice where no one else can hear you, all the truth you seek lies therein.
There isn’t any much more for listening ears than a subtle voice.
I here, do not have to be the one to tell you
“You are beautiful.”
“You are glorious.”
“You are a perfection to an identity.”
“You are one in everything.”
You know for a moment that you hear, but you choose to ignore.
You continuously seek acceptance, that you then deny yourself. You deny your identity … even more, everything you could stand for — the ‘out-standing portrait.’
Release yourself to criticism, as you sink gradually below everything you could otherwise breathe for, subject your mind to denial as you desperately search for some ground below a shallow abyss. You might as well drown, Right?