I want to be beautiful, pure and real. I want to be stripped down to my weakest self, to my bare soul; no cover ups, just the truth, and I don’t need to be loved, I just want to be accepted. In my rawest form. In my very own truth. Maybe I want to be loved and to heal. They say some need time to heal… But I think I just want to be loved to heal. And I know it will take every ounce of courage to let that happen. Because we all put up walls, dress up our souls, and create something that doesn’t really exist. It’s so much easier that way. But I accept not being perfect… And I hope with all my heart, that I will be breathtaking… A dream… So I am ready to undress my soul… And let you in, for the last time.